Thinking Way Too Much In My Hotel Room...

Happy 4th of July everyone!  By the time you read this, the gala event will be over and many of us back to work to finish out the work week.

For the holiday we travelled to Lititz, Pennsylvania to visit with daughter Lindsay, son-in-law Todd, and cutest-grandbaby-in-the-whole-wide-world Ellie.  Here is my adorable little firecracker in all her red, white, and blue cuteness:

We had a great visit filled with lots of love, laughter and good food.  All too soon we said our goodbyes, and then the husband/lover/best friend and I headed to our hotel room for the night.  We were staying at the Holiday Inn Express, in Lititz, and yes, prior to booking the reservation, I did check both the bedbug registry and bedbug report websites to make sure there were no reports on file for this hotel.  I'm a tiny bit paranoid about these things.

Here is where I just simply started getting weird on myself, looking around, and thinking too much about random stuff.  Like, for instance, does this piece of artwork do any good thing to this wall at all?  

Does it have any good purpose for being there?  Does it make the wall look better?

Could the hotel design committee have possibly picked a more blah piece of art to hang there?

And why do you never see interesting art on the walls of these hotels, like say, photos of the manager's cute grandchildren.  Or photos of the construction team, labelled like "Susan Jones - Interior Designer?"

Or mathematical equations that you could lay there and figure out if you are bored?

It's ALWAYS just dumb stuff to look at!

And it doesn't get any better on the other wall either.  Look.  Just plain boring.

Also, I gotta wonder about the sense of some of the informational signs posted around the room.  Here's one in the bathroom, for example:

So if I am only staying in the room for one night, and I hang my towel back on the towel rack, will they leave it there for my next visit?  I get a twisted sort of pleasure in throwing my towels on the floor, as I was raised to always clean up after myself in the bathroom and always neatly hang up my towel and washcloth.

Here's another one:

First I am thinking about the Hospitality Promise.  This morning when I went to take a shower, I pulled the shower curtain back and there in the bottom of the shower was a baby firefly crawling around.  Supposing that was not satisfactory, how would they make it right?  Must I call them to come up to my bathroom and remove the bug while I am standing nearby naked and waiting?  Or if I don't have to pay for the unsatisfactory part of my stay, exactly how much monetary deduction is taken off of my bill for the suffering I incurred due to that firefly?  Do they have a Deduction List which has all possible clientele gripes and their associated monetary subtractions?

And what if I FORGET SOMETHING, a "standard toiletry item?"  They have no idea what some of the standard items in MY toiletry kit are, believe me.  I do notice deodorant is not on their list.  Is that not typically in travel kits?  

Another thing was puzzling me in this hotel room.  This sign or one like it is typically on the back of any hotel room entrance door.  I know it must be there according to safety regulations, but there is always a "maximum room price" listed somewhere on it that baffles me.  I usually make a point of looking for this price now whenever I stay in a hotel room.  Our AAA room rate for a standard non-smoking king bed room in this hotel was $129.  Look closely at what the sign on the door says:

How is it possible that one night this room goes for $129 and another night the bill is $399?  Am I supposed to see $399 and think that I am getting a heck of a deal at $129?  Watch for this - you will see  it happen at every hotel you stay.  Baffling.

In spite of all the other things I was thinking about, here is one piece of design that I think is simply engineering brilliance: 

I would like one of these in every room of my house.  Then I wouldn't have to stand in Wal-Mart in front of the tissue display and debate over which silly tissue box designs to select.  My husband must also have been thinking in our hotel room too much, because he claims you should never use the first tissue.  I wonder why not...  No, I'm gonna stop thinking about that.

I know, I shouldn't let my mind get carried away like this in hotel rooms, but it just goes.  Maybe I should just get into bed and do what people do in hotel rooms.  Um, sleep, that is...