Here’s the cherry on top of my day in the life of Ahasverus


The last article was posted from my freshly re-sheeted bed. 


Within 10 minutes of hitting “submit,” someone came to tell me that this was a private room, and that presumably there had been a mix-up at reception. This was the second such mix-up that the group I’d unknowingly encroached on had had. 


So I got a new room assignment and went to the terrace to stew about it. Opened up my computer. Looked up. Man with a key. 


“Hallo, sorry, Entschuldigung? The terrace is closed. You have to leave.”


Question: how many places can a fully clothed, fluently-speaking, money-offering, mentally sound, anywhere-sleeping human be turned away from in one day? Quite a lot.