In The Heat of The Night

The elevator is a 360-degree mirror which makes me wonder if I’ve entered into a Bond villain’s lair. It is also very small and this feeling is actually exacerbated by the mirrors for some strange reason. My reflection looks back at me as I wait and nods its agreement at my thoughts.

I pull my luggage along the corridor covered in a very thick and plush carpet. I wonder why hoteliers choose to make life more difficult for their clients instead of simpler as I navigate my way towards my room.

In front of my door, I extract the room key from the heap of cards, brochures and maps that the receptionist insisted on giving me. The door whirrs as the mechanism unlocks. I push my belongings in.

The room is small but comfortable. I start to unpack and investigate. There is a desk with conveniently located power sockets for a laptop and phone chargers. There is a room safe. There is a small minibar which I open to see what there is. Apart from a few bottles of soft drinks and beer, I note this packet on the top shelf:

Condom packet in the fridge


Because in the heat of the moment, nothing beats a chilled condom.



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  1. Fresh n’ funky – way to go

  2. Kevin Carbonaro

    Some like it hot, some like it cold, others like to chill out at night! LOL

  3. After thoughtfulness like that surely you must revise your opinion of hoteliers making life difficult for their clients. 😉

  4. It keeps the fresh longer?

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