Staying lots of places that aren’t your permanent home always ensures you find all kinds of crazy things that aren’t yours, and never will be. I guess it is only natural when you are staying in a room that was created for lots of people to spend some time in. As a result I have made it a habit now to pull back the covers completely from every room I am in to check for suspicious items that the hotel staff needs to remove. Besides the normal underwear/socks/random pieces of clothing that we’ve discovered, I’ve also learned to check the bedside drawers for treasures.
I’ve found playing cards, cuff links, and even some supplements. (Of course I didn’t take them, I just was curious as to what they were!) The bottle said Venapro, and it was something I had never heard of before. After scouring the internet for Venapro reviews, I determined that Venapro was some kind of homeopathic supplement to help treat hemorrhoids. I’m sure someone, somewhere is really missing this stuff!
I don’t understand how people can leave behind so much stuff. I don’t know if this fact should weird me out more, or the fact that the hotel cleaning staff seems to miss such obvious things. How am I supposed to believe my sheets are actually clean if they can’t find the out of place objects right under their noses?
This also makes me wonder about the hotel staff as a whole and their level of quality control. Think about it. If I found stuff left behind in my room, chances are the housekeeping staff probably overlooked at least one other thing in all of the other rooms in the hotel. I’d also be willing to bet this is not the first day nor first time someone has found something in their room. Hopeful, not everyone has found a treatment for hemorrhoids behind. But if there have been that many reports of things being left behind, and the staff’s negligence, then how could the problem still be occurring? And since it is obviously still happening, what else are they repeatedly looking over?
The germaphobe in me is highly tempted to travel with a self contained sleeping unit that I know exactly where it has been and who has used it. (Just me, of course!) But with all the traveling and shuffling around we do, I’ve learned to be able to block this weirdness from my brain, and somehow still manage to sleep between hotel sheets every night peacefully. And so far, I haven’t contracted anything strange as a result! It’s a miracle! Ha!
While it’s not often that you go rummaging through leftovers in hotels to discover hemorrhoid medication, sometimes you strike gold, right? HA! Just keeping it weird, guys. Happy traveling! (Don’t forget to check under the covers next time before you dive right in!)