6 Pieces of Advice for Hotel Guests from an Ex  Housekeeper
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              Everyone has seen the black light specials they roll out on the  nightly news programs.  
Oh god, the filth!  The horror!
It’s  come to be expected, really.  Hotel blankets are teeming with bodily  fluids.  So are the floors and walls.  We’ve seen the less than shocking  exposes.  At this point, the reporters should turn the black lights on  each other.  Anything shows up, well that would be news worth watching.  
“That’s  funny Martha, your dress was clean before lunch and say, isn’t your  husband out of town on a business trip?” 
But it’s always  just the same neon splotches of blood, urine, etcetera on the bedspread.   
 So if you removed the culprit comforter, you’d be all set?   Sadly, no (still remove the comforter though, that thing is the blanket  equivalent of leprosy).
I’ve worked at a downtown Quality Suites  (believe me, Quality was a misnomer) and another unnamed hotel, even  more popular than the QS, but one that wisely had me sign a  confidentiality agreement.          
And the Quality Suites?  No  confidentiality there.  Not so much as a background check.  Both things  I’m sure they meant to get around to, but couldn’t find the time.  Not  that I have a criminal past to hide, just a rather big mouth when given  any type of forum. 
1. Always check the room for bed  bugs.
They sound cuter than they are, and if you bring  them home with you, it will be an exterminating nightmare.  Housekeepers  have entire staff meetings dedicated to the silent discovery and  treatment of the bed bug; it’s a huge liability for hotels, as we’ve  become quite the litigious society.
 Six figure settlements were  making the news, so we Housekeepers were threatened  advised to keep these situations QUIET.  Find a bug, put it in a bag,  and give it to maintenance; cloak and dagger entomology.
Lift the  sheet and examine the mattress and box spring, particularly the seams  and corners where they like to hide.  Check the headboard as well,  especially if it is attached to the wall.  If you see what could be a  smattering of spilled pepper, get your money back and check into a  different hotel.  The problem may not be confined to a single room.  Or  deal with the hassle and sue for all you can.    
2.   Never, under any circumstances, use the coffee maker provided in the  room.
I had a special pen I kept on my cart.  I never  touched it past the cap.  See, this was my condom pen.  I would use this  pen to peel condoms from the fronts of television sets, the walls,  tubs, and yes, from inside the coffee pots.  I lifted so many used  condoms from those pots, I couldn’t brew coffee at home without  suffering flashbacks.  My routine was: peel off condom, spritz with  yellow cleaner, rinse with hot water, repeat if sticky.  
And to  the guy who eventually stole that pen off my cart, I honestly hope you  don’t have an oral fixation.
3.  Examine the  sheets/towels before use.
The thirty-minutes-per-suite  quota is occasionally unrealistic.  But it’s finish on time or risk  being let go.  So if the housekeepers were running behind, they would  just pray there weren’t any dirty briefs down by the foot of the bed,  and pull the old sheets taut, dusting off the visible hairs, some of  which were short and curly.  The sad fact is, if you’ve spent a lot of  time in hotels, you’ve probably slept in the equivalent of a stranger’s  boxer shorts.  
As for the towels, chances are good they’d been  in the room for a while.  Hotels are constantly running low on supplies,  especially towels.  I’ve witnessed cleaning rags get “promoted” to face  cloths. 
4.  Don’t use the glasses and mugs.  At the  very least, rinse them in scalding water.
At both the  hotels I’ve worked at, the dishwasher was always broken.  And I mean  always.  In fact, at the unnamed hotel, I’d never even been privy to  seeing the damn thing.  So the rushed housekeepers simply rinse the  glassware in the bathroom sink and use a toxic, pink porcelain cleaner  for those stubborn juice/coffee/lipstick stains.  
The cardboard  “caps” on those mugs and glasses mean nothing as far as cleanliness is  concerned.  I watched a housekeeper use her breath to fog up a glass and  then wipe it clean on her shirt.  She slapped a cap on it and moved on  to the next room.  
5.  Don’t knock on your friend’s door  and say, “Housekeeping,” in that shrill, phony Spanish accent.
This  happens more often than you’d think.  I’d guess as often as people told  bank tellers to, “Show me the money!” the year Jerry Maguire  came out, and it’s as equally funny.  I’m strongly tempted to rush you  with my cart as if I were an Olympic bobsledder and your legs were the  finish line.  It’s only a matter of time before an overworked  housekeeper snaps, and it could very well be your kneecaps.
6.   Camp instead.  
Roasted marshmallows taste just as  delicious on a bustling city corner as they do in the woods and you’ll  save a ton of money on your trip.
        
        
        


 
        
