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lothringia 73M
6845 posts
2/8/2019 12:16 am

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You Just Won't Believe It !

Last night, after enjoying a few cans of beer, I got into bed just after midnight and I fell asleep almost immediately. When I woke to use the bathroom at 3:30 I somehow contrived to lock myself out of my room dressed only in my underwear.

There was no reason whatsoever for me to leave the room and I have no recollection whatsoever of what it was that induced me to go outside of it and allow the door to slide over and close tightly behind me.

I have often done that sort of thing before, as was witnessed by Maudie many times, but on this occasion I was not sleepwalking and I was fully conscious if, perhaps, a little dim minded at the time. That simple, but very serious, error put me in a terrible predicament because I was confined in a short and narrow corridor with no means to use a toilet or do anything else other than stand and wait until reception was manned at 8am unless someone else could come to my rescue sooner.

What an unholy mess to place myself in and not a soul to blame except Moi! I was instantly reminded of the occasion in Sweden when Maudie managed to lock us out of our room in the hotel beside the garage just five minutes after we had arrived there and I was dressed only in underwear on that occasion too. Fortunately a man working in a car rental premises next door managed, by whatever means, to gain entry to the room for us and allow us back inside within about twenty minutes.

So, I had a potential wait of four and a half hours and no means of using a toilet which was the reason I was out of my bed in the first place. I managed to hold 'my fire' for twenty minutes but by then it was getting tougher by the minute. There were doors for five rooms in the corridor and I was in #5 which was the furthest one from reception.
At 3:50, just as I was facing the imminent prospect of just urinating on the bare floor, which wasn't carpeted, thank God, I noticed a door with no number on it and when I opened it I found it t be a very narrow cubby hole that was used for housing the electric fuse board and some plumbing connections. The floor in it was just raw and uncovered concrete and I knew right away that that was the place where I would be relieving myself if 'the cavalry' didn't come to my rescue in time, which, at that stage, needed to be very soon.

Then just a couple of minutes later, mercifully, and to my great relief, a young American guy, named David, rolled home from a night out and he was able to gain access to reception and the kitchen area and allow me to take up temporary residence there for the rest of my 'vacation'. There was a toilet in the kitchen and I availed of that in double quick time, but was it worth all the bother? LOL.

I now had the means to make unlimited cups of tea but there was not as much as a single biscuit or slice of bread to eat. There are two sofas in the kitchen area and I was able to sit on one and use two small cushions to cover my modesty and help to keep my bare legs from going numb with the cold. David was very sympathetic about my situation and I was very grateful to him for turning a nightmare into just a run of the mill bad dream. It was only after he had gone, to where, or which room, I didn't know, that it dawned on me that I should have asked to borrow a sheet or blanket from him but it was too late for that now.

I didn't get particularly lucky after that and almost three hours later I was still whiling away the time, ever so slowly, and drinking my umpteenth cup of tea when, at 6:50, a mature French couple came along to leave their room key in a box at reception for that purpose. Not surprisingly they thought I was the night porter and the man handed the key of room #14 to me.

They must surely have been wondering why I was dressed so scantily before I put them out of their misery and explained my plight to them. At least I managed to and put smiles on their faces and send them off with a slightly unorthodox expression of 'Bon voyage'.

It was only after they had gone, beyond recall, that it struck me to go to their room and borrow a blanket. Unfortunately there are codes for entering the hotel's doors on each floor and the one for the next level up was different to the one on my level and I couldn't gain access to their room. Back on went the kettle and the tea drinking spree continued, seamlessly.

At 7:05 a young, and very tall, Polish chap named Adrian happened along and he knew the code for the upper level. Just to make sure that I didn't create any more problems for myself I convinced him to go upstairs with me so that I wouldn't run the risk of getting stranded again. Then I took a light bedspread from the bed in room #14 and if I had had that all night it would have made my situation a lot more bearable than it actually was.

Throughout the long lonely night I tried to ensure that I wouldn't look at my watch in time lapses of less than five minutes and I managed to achieve that with just one exception. Adrian had his own food with him but it had to be cooked and I told him my life story while he was preparing his breakfast. I have been in Poland eleven times and I told him what cities I had stayed in and which Nazi death camps, four, I had visited.

With Adrian for company, I hadn't looked at my watch for over twenty minutes when the janitor arrived on the scene at 7:30 and when I explained to him what had happened he let me into my room right away without a moment's delay even though he couldn't speak English. As soon as I got into my house shorts. I went back to the kitchen to thank Adrian and he posed for a selfie picture with me. He is so tall that he makes me look like a dwarf. It is now 8:35 and I have decided to post this unique little adventure as a blog exactly as I have written it here in my diary - live.

lothringia 73M
10175 posts
2/8/2019 12:19 am

The top picture is with Adrian and the second one was taken just a few minutes after I had gotten back into my room

bijou649 70F
529 posts
2/8/2019 1:18 am

What a nightmare Lothie. I can really relate and know firsthand that being locked out and wearing only your underwear is so stressful. Years ago I was sunbathing in the nude on my totally private balcony when the wind blew my apartment door shut and it locked. The only thing I could find to cover myself was a face cloth hanging on the clothes line. My landlord worked in her store at ground level, so to get to her and her key I had to go down the fire escape and pass by a crowd of people at a drive in restaurant who were all hooting and hollering at me. OMG the humiliation. After she let me in I went back to my sunbathing on the balcony, and to my absolute horror a big gust of wind blew the door shut and it locked for the second time. I had to make the trip down the fire escape again.

lothringia 73M
10175 posts
2/8/2019 1:28 am

The third and fourth pictures show the sofa and cushions I used. The final picture was taken as I was about to have breakfast

lothringia 73M
10175 posts
2/8/2019 1:34 am

Hi Bijou, I'm always pleased to see you visiting my blog. Compared to your double dose calamity mine is hardly worth mentioning.

I found out a just a few minutes ago that there is an emergency number to contact the live in janitor for guests that are, in any way, distressed during non reception hours which are from 11pm until 8am. it was the janitor that let me in eventually. The sign with that information was buried among lots of other stuff on top of the reception counter. Had it been in a more visible spot I would have seen it right away.

Archer62 78F
4400 posts
2/8/2019 4:07 am


Hawkslayer 83M
11371 posts
2/8/2019 6:16 am

Well Lothringia, you certainly managed to survive a major problem intact, didn't you? I don't know if I could have got through that situation without help of some kind. However, I really enjoyed reading about how you managed to make it through the night. Thanks for a great blog.

It only takes a drop of ink to make a million people think. There are many stories.

Abelle2 78F
29084 posts
2/8/2019 6:59 am

Lothie, I am still chuckling trying to imagine you in this Sick puppy aren't I!

Abelle2 78F
29084 posts
2/8/2019 7:00 am

p.s. nice legs p.s. nice legs p.s. nice legs

lothringia 73M
10175 posts
2/8/2019 8:53 am

Hi Lord and Lady Alfred. I hope Maudie won't banish me to 'our shed' over this unseemly episode because I was practically there already - last night. Maudie won't see this blog until our evening time because she was committed to spending the whole afternoon with one of of her sisters.

Arch, you're dead right of course, but there is a sign with a number to call, for the live in janitor, in event of an emergency like mine but it wasn't displayed prominently and I had no phone to dial the number any way - I don't think many people leaving their room briefly in the middle of the night would be inclined to carry their phone around with them.

deborahsu2 79F  
3237 posts
2/8/2019 11:08 am

lothringia, I have to believe that ParisDreamer is laughing right now. She would enjoy the story of your "night out".

lothringia 73M
10175 posts
2/8/2019 11:46 am

I fully agree with you on that, Debbie. Venus loved a good laugh as much as anyone

Rocketship 75F
15423 posts
2/8/2019 12:24 pm

Omg~~~~ It's experiences like this one that, although desperate at the time, make a fun telling later on.

MrsJoe 72F
10910 posts
2/8/2019 2:07 pm

I came back to read this hilarious "unbelievable" tale again.......... my first thought was why didn't you bang on your door and awaken Maudie. Since that obviously was not an option, the rest of the tale got more hilarious by the moment.
I'm sure you weren't laughing at the time, but I hope you can laugh now and with each retelling.

If you don't expect anything from anybody......You won't be disappointed.

lothringia 73M
10175 posts
2/8/2019 4:03 pm

Yes ladies, I can only see the funny side of it now and it was well worth all the aggro to end up with a novel little funny story to tell for the rest of my days here at Chez Earth

Abelle2 78F
29084 posts
2/8/2019 4:33 pm

Lothie, I don't know if you read my blog not long ago about my "arse showing episode" walking down the street all dressed up and discovered to my horror then laughter, the skirt of my dress was caught inside my panty hose in the back. I was walking down the sidewalk feeling I was looking good in my black dress, black panty hose, and black high heels.

The blog was recent so it wouldn't be hard to find under my handle.

lothringia 73M
10175 posts
2/10/2019 11:38 am

Abelle, I had no problem locating that funny story and I posted a few remarks on it.

In case anyone is wondering why Maudie hasn't shown up here it's because she hasn't used her own handle in a long time and she couldn't remember the password for it. I did my best to retrieve it for her but I was unsuccessful and I won't be able to fix the situation until I get home because I always have difficulty using Hotmail when I'm abroad. Her SFF account was made from an old Hotmail account belonging to me and I got blocked for 24 hours after a certain number of failed attempts to sign into that dormant account last night.

Maudie1 69F
4959 posts
2/16/2019 11:15 am

At long last I can comment Very funny story indeed. Bet you didn't find it amusing when the door slammed in your face. Remember it has happened a few times already . Maybe you were sleep walking Got to be more careful in the future LOL.