Memphis: Day 3

Today was fairly uneventful. The days have official begun to blend together.

The, thus far, untold story of the drinking glasses continued.

It all started Thursday night. I returned to the hotel room and filled a glass with water and another glass with Cheez-Its. Consumed each and left the glasses on the night stand. Friday night I returned to my room, exhausted and thirsty. I took one of the glasses out of the bathroom and shed the paper cover thing that they put on top of each glass and cup. I noticed there was a suspicious soggy orange speck on the interior. I knew right away it was a crumb from my crackers the previous night. I picked up the other glass and took the paper cap off of it. I saw where my moisturized lips had pressed against the rim as I had taken sips the night before.

It was clear that the housekeeper had taken my glasses from the night stand, stuck them under the bathroom tap and replaced the paper caps. Doesn't seem right.

Today I left a kind note for my housekeeper, and a small incentive, to provide fresh glasses. They do look cleaner. At least there are no blatant signs of use. But now I've got to wonder. I'll always wonder...

I'm pretty sure I hid my discarded bra under a pile of clothes. Yet, when I walked in, it was most definitely peaking out and saying, "Hello, I'm a Maidenform. How are you?"

I should have hidden my toothbrush.