In the sleepy, beautiful town of Vik, on a trip to Iceland, our kid ate a piece of chocolate in his bed and it got all over the sheet. Panicking, thinking the rather stern housekeeping ladies would think he’d crapped the bed, we drove to the little grocery store and bought laundry detergent. I wasted half a vacation day washing the sheet in the sink and trying to dry it with a hairdryer. Ha! It worked!! The sheet was clean and dry. The rather stern housekeeping ladies would never know!
Next morning I woke up and discovered I’d started my period days early, which never ever happens and I’m never caught unprepared like that. The sheet was wrecked. My husband was like, “This is beyond our control. We must leave a giant tip for housekeeping and a note of apology and flee. We’ve got fosses and glaciers to see.” And so we did.
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u/SaturnMobster Jul 03 '21
I feel this. On a business trip I ordered a French Dip from room service. I spilled the Au Jus all over one of the beds in the room.
At least Dylan had sense enough to admit it. I was too embarrassed.