Two beds, presumably queens, are wider than a single king. Something has to give, and the second or third nightstand is often it.
Nowadays lots of hotel websites have pix of each sort of room they sell. Next time you can vet on the basis of enough nightstands. But you’ll probably be paying extra for a larger room to get them.
But yeah, it’s an annoying surprise when it happens. In my many years of sleeping in hotels, I spent about half those nights in rooms with single kings and about half in rooms with dual queens. If it was a queen room, I’d pick whichever bed let me sleep on my accustomed side and also have the nightstand on that side. Rarely did I have the pick of either bed with all three nightstands at the ready.
It was two queens, and a last minute decision to drive to this city to see a friend, we didn’t really shop around. We let our son choose a bed, he fell asleep promptly and then I realized that the choice left me without a nightstand. I’m looking at the wall now and fully believe there’s room for night stands on both ends, the designers just chose not to put them.
I wish the best for you and your boy, and I’m glad to note that that’s still several years away.
I have a severely autistic nephew, who, at 25, is functioning pretty well. I’m confident that you both, as very involved parents, are going to achieve the most optimal outcome for him.
Unfortunately having the old litter boxes cleaned/removed still does not solve the problem of me having to scoop out litter boxes in the future. Rascal has already been re-homed with a friend, and I get nearly daily updates on how he’s adjusting to his new home. He’s pretty much taken over the ground floor, including snuggling up to my friend, her daughter, and grandson. My friend’s cat is still adjusting to the intruder, but so far there has been nothing but hissing without physical attacks.
I went to get my oil changed. This took two hours for some reason (they did other stuff too I guess.)
While I’m sitting in the waiting room this woman is talking to a child of about eight years old, and she starts spinning this detailed story of horrific child abuse.
The child says, “Do we have to talk about this right now? I don’t think other people will want to hear it.”
You think?
Mom persists nonetheless. After about ten minutes of this, I move to another room with a guy quietly staring at his phone. No sooner do I sit down he starts blasting some sports commentary on his cell phone.
My local oil change place discontinued their waiting area during COVID and never re-enabled it. Now, you’re directed to drive the car in yourself and wait in the car while the oil is changed. It turns out to be not a bad way of doing things. They have many bays and can generally take you in right away.
Some spammer somewhere has recently gotten my email address. And is now spamming me several times per day with formulaic come-ons for diet products, supplements to cure [whatever], male enhancement, etc.
And for some reason my ISP has not yet learned how to screen these out. My email client recognizes they’re a problem so they end up in the “probably spam” folder. Unfortunately, a bunch of legit emails also end up in there. So I need to treat the “probably spam” folder as sort of a low-priority inbox to be reviewed every couple days, not a couple times per day like the main inbox.
Up until this onslaught, I’d not seen no kidding spam, as opposed to unwanted marketing messages from real outfits I’d really done business with, in years. It’s almost quaint. But it’s also a PITA.
And by evil design, there’s nothing consistent enough about the contents to permit a dumb client-side text matching filter rule to grab them and only them. Meanwhile at a glance any human can readily see they’re all the same schtick.
In those kinds of hotel rooms I can usually find something to use as a nightstand in a pinch.
I have used the following:
A tall, thin cooler that we had in the car
My suitcase - not the greatest but it can hold Kleenex and my glasses if they are safely nestled in a protective case
A desk chair
A random cardboard box found in either the car or somewhere in the hotel
I am sure there are others but this is what I came up with now.
I move the legit-but-unwanted emails (unwanted marketing messages from real outfits I’ve done business with) to the trash & then purge my junk folder every 100 real spamy/scammy messages; sometimes the oldest emails are < one week when I go to do the next purge
I don’t know the woman he had his son with, but she seemed to be the vector for drugs for both of them, and was not a very good parent.
It was my grandmother I saw suffer the most for this, and it was heart-wrenching. She seems to be okay now. She lives for her other grandkids. It’s just that she was my cousin’s guardian for a long time, and the only piece of my uncle she had left.
I didn’t know my cousin that well. I didn’t get along with my uncle at all, though I grew up with him, so I have mixed feelings about that.
I’m sure it wouldn’t be legal to stay in the car if it was hoisted up on a lift! The car just sits on the garage floor and they have work pits underneath. The whole place is designed for fast and easy oil changes and not much else.
While we’re talking about cousins..
Last year, after my mum died, I phoned my cousin to let him know.. and
he already knew because he’d just called my sister to tell her his late
brother’s son had just died. Aged 37.
Bastards. (not the cousins.)
I wish the best for you and your boy, and I’m glad to note that that’s still several years away.