How romantic http://www.flyertalk.com/travel/fttr...um/biggrin.gif
Great story I LOVE EWR!!

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"I just wanna wish you good luck, we're all counting on you"
-Dr. Rumack

Well, my stories aren't quite as cool as Flaccid Cookies and all.

Most of mine, I didn't even know the guest name or need to.

Like the FA who wandered into the lobby in an Orlando hotel where the crews of XX airline stayed. It was 2am and she was STARK NAKED. (This was before grandmas were FA's). We escorted back to her room. She was incoherent and when we opened the door we knew why. There were assorted pills all over her bed.

We just put here to bed and forgot about it.

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"Oh heck, bring me a quad."

I gave the alcohol to the MOD who put tagged it and who I think gave it to the police.

It was cheap liquor anyway http://www.flyertalk.com/travel/fttravel_forum/wink.gif

I was checking out at Landmark Hotel in Bangkok, and in next line, a European gentleman was going over his check out statement. Then he questioned the clerk, in an irate tone, "What's the meaning of this Misc Charge, 600 Baht (about US$25 then)? I have no such extra charge for anything!" The clerk said, "Oh sorry sir, but that charge is for extra person in the room last night." The guy said, "Oh..." paid up quickly, and left.

I was part of the Junior Statesman of America (JSA) in high school five years ago, and your description is pretty accurate. We'd have conventions three times a year that disintegrated into drunken orgies at night, despite strict prohibitions against people of the opposite sex in each other's rooms. The future politicos certainly seemed to screw and drink more than most other students. The group included many children of politicos, Calvin Klein's nephew, and children of other wealthy folks.

I remember one 15 or 16 year-old girl telling me, "I'm not going to sleep until I get some ...." One of my roommates took care of her "problem," though his girlfriend heard about it the next week. Ah, the good old days.

-Merrick

They're the same--he had it legally changed.

I too was part of JSA (almost ten years ago now!) from Northern State. Now I occasionally work for them during their summer programs (usually G-town). It's quite a change of perspective to go from participant to rule-enforcer! http://www.flyertalk.com/travel/fttravel_forum/wink.gif

Any new stories to post?

Muerz

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Back in the days when the Sheraton Skyline (LHR) was a fairly decent hotel, I was staying there. One day, I took a short walk, and on my return to the hotel, the front was filled with assorted cars and vast numbers of African folk (based not just on skin color, but on accent) in military uniforms. These were your classic banana republic (the type of country, not the store) uniforms -- lots of epaulets, medals, etc.

I asked one of the bellman who they were. He pointed to the one member of the party in a suit. "He's the prime minister," the bellman said, "but we're not sure what country they are from."

Not a hotel story, but the African uniforms reminded me of a tale.

My wife and I went skydiving in Namibia in 2002 with a group of people we'd met travelling. Namibia is a wonderful place with a [no doubt urban legend] reputation for having more paved roads per mile of person than any other country in the world - because the country is huge and there is hardly anyone there.

Anyway, we were at this tiny airfield with desert on one side as far as you could see and the glorious Atlantic on the other, going up 2-at-a-time to jump out of this tiny aircraft which was the only activity on the entire field. As we were about to board the pilot announced that we couldn't take off just yet as the Prime Minister was about to arrive! A couple of minutes later 3 jet-black Chevvy Suburbans come racing across the sand from the main road and a bunch of truly massive soldiers climb out and start deploying around our plane, with our reflections crystal clear in their sunglasses as we loiter on the sand. Next thing this Gulfsteam touches down and Sir with his camo uniform and more medals than are issued at an Olympics steps out, into one of the cars, and off they all go with lights flashing and sirens blaring.

We then load up and take off to enjoy this spectacular 25-30 minute flight that climbs to 12,000 feet and at about 10,000 the pilot starts pointing out his window and this Gulfstream goes screaming past underneath us over the desert and the ocean.

A poor nation, but some of them sure travel in style!


Edited because I can't spell.

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Fun thread!

About 10 years ago, I was staying by myself in a very nice hotel in West Hollywood famous for catering to stars, and got moved to a suite when the plumbing in my room malfunctioned.

About 10 p.m. I am settled into the poshest suite I've ever seen when there's a knock on the door. There's a very good-looking, obviously inebriated man standing there with his flight bag in hand ... looking very confused. He thought it was his room, but he was wrong (the bellperson who had his luggage was opening the door on a room down the hall and called out to him.) Unfortunately, he'd apparently gotten my room number fixed in that tousled little head of his and given it out to a couple dozen of his nearest and dearest, because stoned, amazingly attractive people were pounding on my door until well past 1 a.m.
For the life of me, I can't figure out what sort of life experience would lead someone to believe you got into your own hotel room by knocking on the door. Maybe he thought the bellhop had gotten to the room first. Who knows. A few of the door-knockers looked vaguely familiar but I can't say that I could put a name to any of the faces.

My friends teased me when I got back, saying I should have just gone down and joined in the party, but these folks were so uniformly perfect-looking they were a little scary, y'know? I finally called the front desk and asked them to bring me some tape so I could put a sign on my door: "The party is in 2080" which finally did the trick.

g_leyser: Thanks for the laughs, I hope you don't mind me posting one on your thread

I was training a new employee on the late night shift (it was his first day of work and my last day). We checked in a couple in their mid 40s at about 3 AM.(We were then both in our early 20s. About five minutes after we checked them in, I got a call from their room requesting help. I asked if they needed anything specific, and they said "No, just help." I thought this was a little odd, so both of us went up to the room and knocked on the door. The woman answered the door wearing ONLY a smile. Then she saw that I had brought up the other employee and hid quickly behind the door. She asked if ONLY I (I guess she did not need the trainee's help?) would like to come in and help her and her husband out (I could see the husband inside the room getting undressed.) I politely refused, and left for the front desk. I will never forget the look on the trainees face as we were descending in the elevator back to the lobby, and will never forget his question to me: "Does this happen often?"


Edited to clarify...thanks Kathy

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Huh?

I thought I understood where this was going until I read that!

You mean she and her husband were going to work the front desk naked while you slept in the room? http://www.flyertalk.com/travel/fttravel_forum/wink.gif


Kathy

The husband wasn't undressing out of a Mets uniform, by any chance, was he? http://www.flyertalk.com/travel/fttr...um/biggrin.gif http://www.flyertalk.com/travel/fttravel_forum/wink.gif

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"I just wanna wish you good luck, we're all counting on you"
-Dr. Rumack

Um, now that you mention it, yeah. And he had a lot of big gold jewelry on, too...I don't know what that means.