# That bewildered the shit out of me! **URL:** \ **Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\ **Created:** [October 15, 2011, 2:44am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/that-bewildered-the-shit-out-of-me/599705 "2011-10-15T02:44:19Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 8\ **Page:** 3
**Author:** ![Quercus](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/q/7ab992/32.png) [@Quercus](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Quercus)\ **Post date:** [October 18, 2011, 3:38pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/that-bewildered-the-shit-out-of-me/599705/41 "2011-10-18T15:38:15Z")
> [@fruitbat](#): > > The front desk was manned by an Indian guy, early twenties and he looked a bit stoned and confused to have a customer. After fumbling he managed to give me a room card and pointed me around to the backside of the building. I was dead my feet and in one motion swung my bag into the room and opened the door. The room was dark, but the shaft of light from the lit walkway outside illuminated two young women asleep in the same bed. Both were roughly in their twenties. One was on her back, covers up to her midriff with breasts exposed. The other was sleeping over the covers on her stomach, wearing just her underwear. > > Neither woke up and I retrieved my bag and slowly closed the door. I went back to the clerk and said, “Umm, yeah, the room you just gave me has a couple of women asleep in it. Can I have a room that isn’t being used?”. I actually think I get it now, or at least can think of a few explanations And these explanations are? (I’m assuming you’ve come up with something more interesting than ‘innocent mistake’) ---
**Author:** ![Frank](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/f/3d9bf3/32.png) [@Frank](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Frank)\ **Post date:** [October 18, 2011, 9:48pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/that-bewildered-the-shit-out-of-me/599705/42 "2011-10-18T21:48:42Z")
She wasn’t there. And two of the three coffee machines were broken. It was me breaking down in tears this time. ---
**Author:** ![KneadToKnow](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/kneadtoknow/32/3999_2.png) [@KneadToKnow](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/KneadToKnow)\ **Post date:** [October 18, 2011, 10:15pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/that-bewildered-the-shit-out-of-me/599705/43 "2011-10-18T22:15:34Z")
I think ordering a McMuffin may have reminded her that she worked at McDonald’s and she simply couldn’t take that. Who can blame her. ---
**Author:** ![PandaBear77](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/p/edb3f5/32.png) [@PandaBear77](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/PandaBear77)\ **Post date:** [October 18, 2011, 10:48pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/that-bewildered-the-shit-out-of-me/599705/44 "2011-10-18T22:48:52Z")
Poor little lass ☹ Something cruddy’s obviously going on. Since losing my mom it’s not uncommon for me to burst into tears at random times (thanks to Wellbutrin it doesn’t happen as often anymore). So far the most RIDICULOUS trigger was hearing the song “Right Here Waiting” by Richard Marx while sitting in a Chinese restaurant with my husband. Oh yeah. One line of “wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you” and there I am picturing my mom hanging out in Heaven waiting on the shores of the crystal sea until God tells her it’s time to go get me to bring me home and bam, sobbing into my chicken lo mein. Richard. Fucking. Marx. You never know what’s gonna set people off when they’re in an emotionally fragile state. ---
**Author:** ![fruitbat](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/f/58f4c7/32.png) [@fruitbat](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/fruitbat)\ **Post date:** [October 18, 2011, 10:59pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/that-bewildered-the-shit-out-of-me/599705/45 "2011-10-18T22:59:52Z")
> [@Quercus](#): > > And these explanations are? (I’m assuming you’ve come up with something more interesting than ‘innocent mistake’) My best guess is that they were prostitutes or just friends of his. He likely just took money for the rooms without checking them in the computer, so when I showed up he didn’t know which rooms were taken. I can picture how this would work with ‘locals’ (prostitutes, drug users and partiers) who knew they could crash cheaply by giving the clerk cash under the table. ---
**Author:** ![Digital\_is\_the\_new\_Analog](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/d/a88e4f/32.png) [@Digital\_is\_the\_new\_Analog](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Digital_is_the_new_Analog)\ **Post date:** [October 18, 2011, 11:15pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/that-bewildered-the-shit-out-of-me/599705/46 "2011-10-18T23:15:40Z")
> [@Digital\_is\_the\_new\_Analog](#): > > You ordered the last coffee. She wanted it. > REALLY wanted it. > [@Frank](#): > > She wasn’t there. > > And two of the three coffee machines were broken. > > It was me breaking down in tears this time. See? THE LAST COFFEE! -D/a ---
**Author:** ![Bosstone](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/b/22d042/32.png) [@Bosstone](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Bosstone)\ **Post date:** [October 18, 2011, 11:26pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/that-bewildered-the-shit-out-of-me/599705/47 "2011-10-18T23:26:24Z")
> [@fruitbat](#): > > The room was dark, but the shaft of light from the lit walkway outside illuminated two young women asleep in the same bed. Both were roughly in their twenties. One was on her back, covers up to her midriff with breasts exposed. The other was sleeping over the covers on her stomach, wearing just her underwear. So the Days Inn just after the Delaware Bridge, you say? ---
**Author:** ![RTFirefly](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/r/c77e96/32.png) [@RTFirefly](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/RTFirefly)\ **Post date:** [October 19, 2011, 3:26pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/that-bewildered-the-shit-out-of-me/599705/48 "2011-10-19T15:26:01Z")
> [@Suil\_Dubh](#): > > From the opposite side of the counter… > > Many years ago, when I was in my early twenties, I was at a store buying beer. > > The cashier was an older woman, probably in her late 40’s or early 50’s. She didn’t ask me for ID, but the whole time that she was ringing me up she was giving me the Evil Eye. > > Finally she said “I know all about YOU.” > > “I’m sorry,” I stammered out. “What’s this about?” > > “YOU know. Don’t try and act like you DON’T.” > > “Umm,” I replied, “I think you’ve got me confused with…” > > “No… this is about YOU, all right.” > > _awkward silence_ A good response would have been, “You know all about me? OK, what’s my _name_, Missus Know-It-All?” Of course, anything like this catches us so totally by surprise that the likelihood of coming up with anything near the optimal reply is about .001. [Previous page](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/that-bewildered-the-shit-out-of-me/599705.md?page=2)