Original post was written last May 2009. I came across this post while rummaging thru my Facebook notes and found this extremely hilarious. I think this is the most embarrassing experience I’ve ever had. :p
so spent a night in abu dhabi and it was a great relief for me. i needed some time off from work and just been dying to get out of dubai for awhile and go anywhere. life has been purely hectic for me lately that i just want to be in some place else which will take my mind off work even for a little while. as soon as i arrived at the hotel, prepared a hot bath complete with bubbles for myself and stayed in there for only God knows how long. ipod earphones plugged in my ear as i hum along michael buble’s version of cuando cuando cuando. called up room service afterwards and ordered myself a lobster. Yum Yum Yum. the room service guy told me to just put the tray outside my door when i finish so that’s exactly what i did. put on a long shirt and went to put the tray outside my door, as soon as the tray touched the floor i heard the door closing behind me and for no particular reason i knew i was already in big trouble then.
i yanked the doorknob open and lo and behold, it won’t open. Holy Crap!!!!! i left the card key inside the room. so there i was, an asian girl standing outside the hotel hallway with only a long shirt on and panties underneath, without slippers/shoes – hooker alert!!!! i still had the bandage on my left ankle from spraining it the day before, so i was literally limping around the hallway of the hotel. i could do 2 things, i told myself:
A. i can knock on doors and ask the room guests to let me use their phone to call reception and ask them to bring another card key for me.
B. i could go to the reception area and ask it myself
the latter is not a very smart choice. so after much deliberation i went on the first door and was about to knock on it when the elevator door suddenly opened – it was a british guy nonetheless and was looking at me weirdly. “need help?” he said. so with the very innocent smile i asked him – “can i use your phone? i got locked out of my room..” which i think is the very definition of a prostitute’s pick up line in a hotel. but there’s no other way to say it. and he said “SURE!”.
so we went inside his room, me limping after him and i went straight to the phone. dialled 0 and asked the reception to bring a new card key for me as i got myself locked out, as stupid as it may sound but well… am not so sure why the stupid receptionist needed to know how i managed to get myself locked out and where am calling from. anyhow, after the story being told… she finally sent a room boy to bring me a new card key.
the good samaritan asked me to stay while waiting for the room boy. offered me coffee, water, juice and vodka but declined all his offers. if it wasn’t for the fact that i am dressed inappropriately and was caught in a very shameful and stupid situation i could have been friendlier with him and not think that he’s probably having some dirty thoughts running thru his mind by then. but anyway, with or without naughty thoughts, if it wasn’t for him – i may probably find myself in a more horrific situation standing at the reception counter asking for a new card key with all the people wondering what in the world was i thinking..