tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post8094333209855684782..comments2024-03-29T02:43:11.575-04:00Comments on Jungle Red Writers: Heard Through Hotel Room Walls!Jungle Red Writershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16646429819267618412noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-1989718827427146822019-05-26T18:14:26.116-04:002019-05-26T18:14:26.116-04:00Quick trip into the 21st century for the owner!Quick trip into the 21st century for the owner!Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09553268569509053159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-66981644643898558712019-05-23T10:41:46.664-04:002019-05-23T10:41:46.664-04:00We can’t forget it either! Plot twist: When we che...We can’t forget it either! Plot twist: When we checked out the owner asked if we had slept well.<br /><br />Me: No, our neighbors made loud love all night.<br />Owner: .... but....they’re.... girls?!St. Seignehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01188725605004686287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-10561927170352881832019-05-23T09:10:54.411-04:002019-05-23T09:10:54.411-04:00Annette, yes, I lip read. It’s not 100% reliable b...Annette, yes, I lip read. It’s not 100% reliable because many sounds look alike but I can sometimes pick up on parts of other people’s conversations that way, at least the ones that are facing me. What I can’t see, I can make up. LOL. Yes, I am easily amused.Cathy Akers-Jordanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04614155858703731761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-69672911169086356712019-05-22T21:00:11.340-04:002019-05-22T21:00:11.340-04:00The bass right? SO difficult to ignore.. thump thu...The bass right? SO difficult to ignore.. thump thump thump. Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-71366578260627092802019-05-22T20:59:36.287-04:002019-05-22T20:59:36.287-04:00Ahhhhhhhh I am trying to un-know this...:-) Ahhhhhhhh I am trying to un-know this...:-) Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-85204957071552032752019-05-22T20:54:09.599-04:002019-05-22T20:54:09.599-04:00Mary, looks like the comments are working for you ...Mary, looks like the comments are working for you now! :-) Great road trip stories!Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-78887277266527765692019-05-22T20:17:51.713-04:002019-05-22T20:17:51.713-04:00I clearly need to get out more. I haven't hea... I clearly need to get out more. I haven't heard anything to put in a book. I have learned to book a room by myself at conferences to get better sleep. Once I booked a second room in the middle of my first sleepless night, in order to get rest before the drive home. A snow storm closed the highway, so my roommate invited a stranded traveler to share the room with her. In the morning, the woman accidentally put on my friend's bra, so they became "bosom buddies" inadvertently. I once noted that the room across the hall from me was filling up with pre-teen girls and birthday party decorations. To my relief, they were quiet, polite neighbors, and in the morning I introduced myself and told the mother of the birthday girl how lovely they had been. (I couldn't make the comments on the blog work -- I'll try again later).Mary Garretthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00952344253284240716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-64599417161789150872019-05-22T18:41:41.247-04:002019-05-22T18:41:41.247-04:00OMG. I'm rolling on the floor laughing!OMG. I'm rolling on the floor laughing!Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-35301966118081426592019-05-22T18:39:07.242-04:002019-05-22T18:39:07.242-04:00Yikes. There's a entire novel there, Nancy. Or...Yikes. There's a entire novel there, Nancy. Or at least a good short story!Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-77812376683617236192019-05-22T18:36:40.357-04:002019-05-22T18:36:40.357-04:00A few years back my husband and I were traveling i...A few years back my husband and I were traveling in the deep Småland forests of southern Sweden. There weren’t many hotels. Finally we found an old motel with separate cottages with two guest rooms in each, separated by a small hallway. It was all somewhat eco-gothic, with vast dark forests for miles around and smelled vaguely of things decomposing. We realized soon that the room next to us was inhabited by a young and ... vigorous couple. Of course, taking into consideration their youth and passion we tried to ignore the noise when it started. For the first few hours we were very patient. 5 hours into the breathlessly bright Scandinavian night we were still not able to sleep. 6 hours in they even louder. Finally, at 5 in the morning they abruptly stopped. Just like that. We blearily looked at each other, and whispered about the possibility that they may have expired blissfully together. Then, we heard some shuffling in the hallway right next to other door followed by a quick retreat into their pine-paneled bower. I just had to look. What had they left next to our door?? When I carefully peeked through the door I found their sex toys plugged in and charging in the outlet next to our door.St. Seignehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01188725605004686287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-79982783655874029352019-05-22T18:15:14.640-04:002019-05-22T18:15:14.640-04:00I heard plenty of noise in hotel rooms when I was ...I heard plenty of noise in hotel rooms when I was traveling but no real words. Since I've lived in a double house all my life, I don't have to travel to hear things. The current neighbors can be noisy but usually not that late or early. I seldom can make out words but sometimes can identify music. Sally from PAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03649707016754971847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-32234008935509646822019-05-22T18:09:23.680-04:002019-05-22T18:09:23.680-04:00They were shooting one of those buddy movies, so t...They were shooting one of those buddy movies, so they both got married in the end.Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-35294096456226869362019-05-22T18:08:50.611-04:002019-05-22T18:08:50.611-04:00And how about the people who use their speaker pho...And how about the people who use their speaker phones?? AMazing.Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-36005246991239665072019-05-22T18:08:10.314-04:002019-05-22T18:08:10.314-04:00LOVE that!LOVE that!Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-76156062763217012552019-05-22T17:08:30.384-04:002019-05-22T17:08:30.384-04:00In A very nice Vegas hotel, I was awakened at 5 a...In A very nice Vegas hotel, I was awakened at 5 am by two drunk guys who had been up all night drinking and gambling, and they came back to their room to grab their luggage to go to the airport. But the one guy passed out. His buddy yelled at him to get up so they could make their flight, no reaction. Finally the (relatively) sober one began to beat the drunk to a pulp. Terrifying to hear. When I had the phone in my hand, the buddy gave up and left. The drunk guy groaned for a while and went to sleep. I am still bothered by the outcome. Did he get home? Did they remain friends??Nancy Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12619229897548588511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-560228271693372682019-05-22T14:55:24.504-04:002019-05-22T14:55:24.504-04:00Soon, I hope, Pat! :-) People act like they have s...Soon, I hope, Pat! :-) People act like they have some sort of privacy shield around them when they talk on their phones. Sorry, folks. We really CAN hear every word you're saying!Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-71556118684067898132019-05-22T14:52:21.759-04:002019-05-22T14:52:21.759-04:00Good dog!!!Good dog!!!Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-53158758387652288682019-05-22T14:51:28.265-04:002019-05-22T14:51:28.265-04:00Hahahaha! Love it, Jenn!Hahahaha! Love it, Jenn!Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-30500917206737561392019-05-22T14:50:50.731-04:002019-05-22T14:50:50.731-04:00I LOVE overheard conversations, Hank! I get the be...I LOVE overheard conversations, Hank! I get the best ideas from them! Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-78301803324104195112019-05-22T14:49:59.619-04:002019-05-22T14:49:59.619-04:00Thank you, Deborah! And your story gives whole new...Thank you, Deborah! And your story gives whole new meaning to the term "quickie."Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-39056828824595298282019-05-22T14:48:30.939-04:002019-05-22T14:48:30.939-04:00Hank, I keep forgetting to do that! Brilliant!Hank, I keep forgetting to do that! Brilliant!Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-88582239176216438132019-05-22T14:46:25.505-04:002019-05-22T14:46:25.505-04:00Thanks, Cathy. Do you lip read? I'm thinking y...Thanks, Cathy. Do you lip read? I'm thinking you could probably pick up on interesting conversations that way too.Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-22666862526424359852019-05-22T14:42:55.387-04:002019-05-22T14:42:55.387-04:00Gigi, THAT is the kind of thing that helps me unde...Gigi, THAT is the kind of thing that helps me understand my killers' motivation. Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-446238534620682052019-05-22T12:43:01.518-04:002019-05-22T12:43:01.518-04:00Back in the 70s while we lived in El Paso we stopp...Back in the 70s while we lived in El Paso we stopped at a motel in some small town in southeastern New Mexico. I don't think we slept much. Most of the night men were out in the parking lot yelling and throwing punches. Frank had his gun on the bedside table, just in case. I think he was still with the Border Patrol at the time. Ooh. That reminds me of just this past January. We stayed at a motel in Anderson, SC. Came back from dinner and there was yelling and shouting coming from next door. A woman and child and a man and woman flinging abuse at each other. The police showed up and everyone left, not to return. Hooray! The best conversation I never got to hear the end of happened at an airport in NYC. I was waiting for an overseas flight and this lady was talking on her phone to her son in Ireland. He was getting married and she was angry about everything. She wasn't allowed to invite very many people; the new inlaws were. She felt "disrespected" and was not shy about letting her son know about it. This harangue went on for a good ten minutes until she got up and walked across the way to stand by the windows. I wish I could have followed to hear more. It was better than a soap opera! Annette, I've had your books in my sights for quite a while. One of these days. . .Pat Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12732230586783432052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-61855114417445300652019-05-22T12:38:50.971-04:002019-05-22T12:38:50.971-04:00I was staying at a hotel in Kansas City once, with...I was staying at a hotel in Kansas City once, with Chess, the dog I think of as my Warrior Dog. He's very protective, although super-sweet if you meet him properly. He had been Mr. Perfect through the whole stay, not barking in the room or causing any fuss. But on the final night of our stay the folks down the hall decided to bring the party back to the hotel with them, and two ladies ended up in the hall, right outside my door, loudly discussing who had done what to whom at what must have been a class or family reunion. That was more than Chess could handle. We gave them ten minutes to move on down the hall, and then Chess went up to the door and let out one loud, snarling flurry of barks. There was dead silence in the hall for a moment, and then the women muttered something about probably calling it a night, and moved on. I don't imagine they expected to be barked at.Gigi Norwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00495357787099352860noreply@blogger.com