Ice machines in the night

I am heading home tomorrow from my most recent work trip and I couldn’t be happier!  Sleep has been elusive this trip and I will be happy to be back in my own bed.

Although I have admitted in past posts that I am a hotel snob, this one hasn’t been too bad (although it’s not my favorite chain and doesn’t have room service) except that I am near the elevator and the ice machine.  This hasn’t posed much of a problem as things have been fairly quiet, until last night.

I was deep in la la land and awoke with a start at the cacophony coming from just a few feet away from my hotel room door.  It startled me and took me a minute to identify the noise.  Some incredibly inconsiderate individual had decided to make use of the ice machine at approximately 10:0opm.   As enraged as I was to wake up this way, it took all I could not to open the door and say something (I have family members who are flipping out right now at this statement thinking “oh no, that would have put you in danger, never do that!”).  I have other friends who are thinking, “only 10:00, really, Lisa,?”.  Personally, I think all loud noise and even discussions in the hallways should cease after 9:00pm.

As I laid back down, knowing sleep would not return any time soon (thanks again, ice man), I heard it again and again and again.  By now I’m seriously wondering if he is building an ice rink in his room.  I remember thinking to myself, “the only way this would be justified is if someone in that room has a raging fever and he is giving them an ice bath to bring it down”.  Isn’t it odd the things we think in the middle of the night? Maybe he was a hunter and was bringing some venison home to the family?  Or maybe he stocked up at a sale on frozen stuff?   I decided that it was more likely that he was filling a cooler and then tried to figure out why he wouldn’t just use the nice little refrigerator in the room.  Besides, it’s been so cold here, I have no idea why anyone would even need ice.

Oh well, I never figured it out, and needless to say, by the time I feel back to sleep, I didn’t like the ice man very much (although I have forgiven him).  He robbed me of sweet, desperately needed slumber.  This made me wonder how many people (maybe even ice man) will be awakened by people like me with blow dryers, doors closing and briefcases or suitcases rolling  before 7:00am.  Live and let live I guess, right?

Here’s hoping for peaceful, quiet hallways tonight – Sweet dreams, my friends, wherever you may rest your weary heads 🙂