For some time now my posts have been lightweight. I want a subject I can get my teeth into but I can find none. Well, it's either that or I'm not motivated enough to find a subject. I suspect this is the real reason: motivation - or the lack thereof. I can't be arsed looking. I want a post to appear on my pc as if by magic but this won't happen. Guess I'll just have to wait until I come through this phase but while I'm waiting I may as well continue in lightweight - and tonight in lighthearted - modes.
Whilst in Oban on holiday we stayed at the Youth Hostel and in less than 1 day the staff must have been dreading our stay.
Within minutes of arriving - we hadn't even reached our room - we had caused a major hassle. Rather than traditional keys the Hostel used magnetic stripe cards. The kids went ahead to open the outside door to the building in which we were to sleep. "We can't get in!" Rather than going back to reception, "Let me look" I said foolishly. "Perhaps the card isn't far enough into the lock." Fool! I pushed the card until it disappeared inside the lock. NOW it was time for reception. The poor lady on duty had to climb in a window and open the door from the inside. This at least got us in but the main door had to be kept open. We disappeared to Tesco leaving the lady trying to lift the hidden card out of the lock using an emery "stick". I shouldn't have doubted her. All was back to normal when we returned. Phew!
I think it's safe to say that we were known to the staff.
All went well that night but soon more trouble. First thing in the morning I was sitting on the toilet and I turned to reach the toilet paper.
What the .... was that?"
Toilet seat split.
I shouldn't have been surprised because this last year I've had an inflation-busting weight rise of about 15%. Officially obese, that's me although fat bastard is probably much more appropriate. Fortunately no part of my anatomy was trapped or damaged and the toilet seat did, at least, retain its functionality.
Downstairs I went, head bowed, face red. "I've had another accident. Toilet seat broken. We're here for a week. What on earth will be happening by then?" I must admit the staff were very good about it but I'm sure they wondered, as did I, what my next call to them would bring.
I'm pleased to say that the Carr family and the hostel survived the next 6 days without mishap - thankfully. Somehow, I think the staff were glad to see us reach that milestone.