I won’t complain much about hotels, because I feel fortunate that I have a lifestyle that puts me in one every once in a while. I rarely write a bad review on Travelocity. I’m just glad a hotel will take my Groupons and hand me a room key-card that works at least half the time.
Only once did my husband and I write a scathing review while we were still in a hotel and the result was that I got back to the room late one night and found a bottle of wine, two large wedges of cheese, a sleeve of crackers and an apology note. It was nice, but I wouldn’t make a habit of complaining to get free stuff. I am still of the mindset that someone behind the desk at the Hyatt is going to discover my secret: that I’m just a Hubbard girl who doesn’t deserve to have strangers empty her trash cans and put clean sheets on her bed every day, when they’ve barely been slept on because the poolside bar is open until 3 a.m. and I have to be up at 6. [Read more…] about For One More Cotton Ball, I’d Give Up the Shower Cap