Hotel Room Keys

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I found this in my purse; evidently I love hotel room keys and can't bring myself to turn them in when I check out. I did the same thing in NYC, but found it in my pocket when I grabbed my Metro card on the way to the ceremony, prompting the dash back to the hotel with the best man to properly check out, prompting his cute line about having the rings with him, prompting me to think he is darling. Anyway, if you ever go on vacation with me, don't let me be in charge of the room key, mmmkay?

In Vegas I grabbed a key because I was the last one out sunbathing, my fair-skinned friends are sun-wussies. On one occasion their abandoned chairs were taken by a group of five handsome men. Hooray for wuss friends, right? Except...I was on my stomach reading a magazine, put my head down to close my eyes for a minute, and too lazy to move the magazine. Do you know what tanning oil and sweat do to ink? I do...now. It transfers it to your skin rather well. I got up shortly thereafter to leave and one of the guys said to me, "Excuse me..." and I'm thinking, "This cute guy wants to talk to me before I leave? Awesome!" But then he keeps talking: "Excuse me...but I think you got ink on you from that magazine, it's all over your forehead. I just didn't want you to walk through the casino like that."

Seriously, don't let me have a room key.

Comments

Wayfaring Wanderer said…
You have some really funny antics to share sometime.....hahaha.....ink all over your forehead!!

I'm a keeper of room keys too....they expect people to keep them as mementos.....or "lose" them ALL the time!!
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Anonymous said…
I needed that bit of sunshine :)
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Rebecca Foster said…
Really? People take them as mementos? I had no idea. I always felt like an idiot when I found them later, I just thought I was really absent minded. Well, I am, but now I know no one cares. Cool.

Dal, glad I shared it, then. I'm always good for an "I'm a dork" story, I have many.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Anonymous said…
If it's consolation...on Monday I have to visit the friendly human tellers at my bank.

Left the ATM card in the machine. They smile when they see me walk in now...

Even though I conciously thought to remind myself to make sure I didn't leave it in the machine.

This will be the third time in six months...I only do it at the branch I do most of my banking, but I used to only do it once a year or so...
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Rebecca Foster said…
Dal: wow, I haven't used an ATM that makes me put in my card for a while. I think the last time was in Montreal. Of course, I usually get cash from Target, but around here we have the swipe ones. Sounds like you need some of those!
Saturday, April 05, 2008
. . . . . . . . . said…
When I went to Japan last summer, I had to share a room with one of the moms from one of the other groups we were with. We got one key more often than not. I am ALWAYS the keeper of the keys, and it's amazing the little "accidents" you can create in a tiny hotel room to get rid of pesky key hoggers :) (j/k...sort of?)
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Rebecca Foster said…
Sarah: I just had a flashback of when I was at your house and couldn't find the car keys. Because they were in my pocket. And it's okay to not be kidding, some people are morons *inky morons* cough.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Anonymous said…
LOL! Too funny. I always turn in my keys for the fear one day an odd amount is going to show up on my credit card for a room key. I'd be totally pissed!
Sunday, April 06, 2008
wartimefirefighter said…
My buddy had a girlfriend come up o visit us when were in Japan.. we went for a dive, a nice drive through the mountains, a day at the onsen.. Well.. hs girlfriend passed out in his back seat on a bag of synthetic pillow stuffing and when we pulled into the onsen she woke up and her face was completely smeared with red and blue ink from the plastic bag.. made for some funny pictures.

-Damien
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Anonymous said…
>Dal: wow, I haven't used an ATM
>that makes me put in my card for
>a while.

Yeah, they've gotten rid of most of them. The cost of shredding my ATM cards was adding up for 'em :D
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Rebecca Foster said…
1218; YES, that is exactly it. Maybe I am confusing my room key with my college gym lock issue?? :D

Wartime: that is a funny story, glad I am not the only one who has ended up inky faced. No pics of me, though if I had them, I'd post 'em.

dal: quit driving up bank fees GOSH.
Monday, April 07, 2008
Anonymous said…
Well written article.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
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