Imported from the old lesombre.ca…
I love hotels. I find they give you a warped sense of reality that you can’t get from any other experience in the whole world.
Where else can you make coffee in the bathroom? Seriously. The coffee maker (one of those tiny tiny little tings) is in the bathroom, with coffee, tea, sugar and powdered milk. I kid you not. Who thought of this? There’s nothing better than the feeling of sitting on the can, thinking “I could really make some coffee now” and actually just lean forward and do it. Couple that with crapping the biggest thing you’ve ever seen soming out of there, and I can tell you that your sense of accomplishment is at an all time high.
That’s until you’re sitting down a few minutes later, drinking the coffee and writing about the whole thing, and you realize the implication of having a coffee maker in a bathroom of what is essentially a public place.