Bad timing
I was working in Glasgow, and "living" in the Marriott hotel. It was a Friday, so I'd arisen early so I could get to work by 7am, work my allotted hours, then catch a plane home to the Midlands so I see my kids before they went to bed.

I was all nicely washed and packed to leave so I opened my door at 630am to depart ... just at the exact same time that a small, elderly chap opened the door to his room - which was directly opposite mine and about three feet away - so he could get the morning newspaper that had been left for him. It being early he had decided that no other living soul would be around, so he hadn't bothered putting any clothes on.

We sort of looked at each other in a "nothing in my life so far has prepared me for this moment" way, before he ducked down to pick up his paper, retreated a step back into the room and closed the door.

He was very hairy.
(jrd, Sat 19 Jul 2014, 21:21, 3 replies)

I think that may have been my dad

( spanishfly is so fucking sexy people impersonate him, Sat 19 Jul 2014, 21:26, closed)

Because it was The Guardian?

( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Sat 19 Jul 2014, 22:17, closed)

This and he's fucking hairy and always acting a bit rapey in Marriott hotels

( spanishfly is so fucking sexy people impersonate him, Sat 19 Jul 2014, 22:21, closed)