Creeping Around the Hotel
I was staying at a hotel and I was coming from the parking lot and saw a guy creeping around the ground-floor rooms that had sliding doors onto small concrete patios. He was going from one door to another and peeking inside.
I stopped, poised to call the emergency line, when the guy realized he was being watched. He apologized for being creepy and showed me that he had a parking pass but the security office had neglected to write his room number on the pass and he had become separated from his family.
They’d checked in the night before very late and had left the hotel early to go out to the islands. He said that he’d dropped them off to run to the store and he now couldn’t remember what room they were in but that they were on the ground floor of the building he was creeping around.
He said he was taking a shot in the dark that maybe he’d see someone he knew through a gap in the curtains.
I didn’t believe him for even a minute. I asked him why he didn’t just call someone on their cellphone and have them help, he said he’d called about six times and texted, showed me as such.
Finally, a door down the building opened and a little girl came out and called for him as “dad” and I realized he was actually telling the truth.
I urged him in the future not to go peeping and just take a hike to the front desk because you never know when someone has a weapon and it would be a shame to have someone get hurt over something so simple and silly. Story credit: Reddit / carmelacorleone