Room of gloom
This hotel is a little on the older side.
But I am too tired to leave so I ordered some room service. The dude that just delivered it was sketchy to say the least. He was constantly looking around at my stuff. So much that I felt I had to say something. While I was signing the check his head was rescanning the room and I said “you know if you or any friends try to get in here later tonight you should prepare for a bear attack.”
He scowled and looked at me like I was crazy so I held my face expressionless. I even went so far as to break his personal space bubble as I ushered him down the bumpy hall. I hate it when every fiber of your being tells you that someone is not good. Sometimes travel just isn’t glamorous no matter how hard I try. Oh and here is a picture of the inflatable back breaker I have to sleep on.