One of Those Mornings
– Anonymous, guest blogger
Last week I was on a business trip and as with most business trip, wireless coverage is essential to getting all your work done. I was staying at a lovely, high-class hotel in a room overlooking the amazing resort-style pool.
In my room and throughout the hotel actually, I found it difficult to get reception on my cell phone and laptop. I did, however, find a convenient corner on the far side of my balcony where if I didn’t move too much – I could effectively work with a signal.
One particular morning, I could not sleep, so I got up and decided to get a jumpstart on my work as the rest of the hotel slowly crept to life. I opened the door to my balcony in nothing more than a nightshirt and panties and sat in the corner of my balcony and began working. Before I knew it, the hotel was buzzing with life and I realized I needed to stop working and hop in the shower to head down to the convention.
I sauntered down the wall of the hotel toward the sliding glass door that I left open. As I approached the door, I realized it was slid shut and I began to question my sanity. I pulled on the handle and nearly ripped my arm off as the door did not budge. My heart sank into my stomach and I began to tug and tug upon the door to no avail.
Panic set in. People were heading to the pool and here I was, running late, in my underwear on the balcony of my hotel locked out of my room. Who could I call? If called my co-workers, how would they rescue me? Could I crawl over the side… would I want to… in my underwear? My brain began to process these options and attempt to determine the lesser of all evils.
As my mind whirred, I was redeemed as the cleaning lady slid the door open, giggling at my despair, or perhaps my appearance – a panicked woman, in her underwear, on the balcony.