Who’s Room Is It Anyways?

Christmas Day is fast approaching. Some folks celebrate it in Hawaii for that warmer climate than the Pacific Northwest. I’ve lived here my entire life, so I can’t blame them.

Speaking of Hawaii, a long time ago, I was married. My wife loved to travel, and relished in the fact I worked as a travel consultant. In the early 2000’s the fringe benefits of being travel agent were non-existent. Free hotel rooms, reduced airline tickets, upgraded service, etc were the words of an evil recruiter for the travel industry.


Despite that, I would network with my fellow travel consultants. One seasoned consultant passed on to me a free room nights to the Aston Kaanapali Shores on Maui so long as I did a site inspection while there.

I immediately accepted the deal.

The Aston Kaanapali Shores

The following is only a segment of a larger tapestry of travel in the Hawaiian islands. I wanted to focus in on this for good reason.

We arrived at 2 pm; one hour before the posted check-in time. I had experienced that even if you arrived early to a hotel / resort / accommodation you can be on property while you wait. And in fact, most times there was at least one room available.

For once our hotel room wasn’t ready for early check-in.

We were asked to come back in an hour. For compensation, the hotel concierge gave us complimentary drink coupons in the lobby bar.

ONE HOUR later – We enjoyed a slow drink, so I called the Front Desk. No room yet, so please wait a bit more. I didn’t know if it was island-time-kinda-wait-more or American Tourist wait more.

Ordered another drink, waited to call back after a half-hour.

The answer this time is the room is ready. We grabbed the keys and headed to room Number 611.

While we towed our luggage behind us, I lead the way since I had the hotel keycards.

Who’s Room Is It Anyways?

I fiddled with the keycard, but managed to open the door. I waltzed into the room. I heard a noise off in the bedroom area. Are we in the right room? We must be if the keycard opened the door.

I immediately stop in my tracks as I spy something I can’t unsee: A very white colored butt quickly gyrating at the hips. I scan the living room area that’s adjacent to the bedroom.

Someone’s else room?! Holy crap! A bikini top was dangling from a ceiling fan blade, the bottom was on the carpet, swimsuit trunks draped on the back of a chair. I shuffled back and boxed out Charlene like a NBA player as I retreated from the front door threshold to close the door.

We wheeled on our feet! What. the. actual. fuck.

We steamed back to the front desk to explain the situation. While they snickered at the image I painted for them, I requested another 4 free drink coupons for the bar for mind erasing, AND new keycards to the correct room.

Needless to say, once in the correct room our Hawaiian holiday continued without further incident.

Have you ever walked into your parent’s room while they were hooking up? Then you can certainly relate …

‘los; out

Published by losisthemost

"You only live once, but ... if you do it right, once is all you need" ~ I'm an active American-Filipino that has many skills I use to their best advantage.

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