Fire Alarm Faux Pas
We had been dating for almost a year and things were going great. While I had met his parents numerous times, I had recently been invited to join them on their summer vacation and I couldn’t have been more excited for a few days of fun in the sun.
We made our way to Myrtle Beach and I immediately set myself up by the pool, pina colada in hand. It was going to be a good weekend.
The first few days went off without a hitch. I bonded with his parents over dinner and poolside conversations while finally getting some relaxation for myself after the first six months of a new job. I couldn’t have been happier.
On our last day, I was left alone while the men played golf and his mother shopped. I set myself by the pool for a long day of baking. After a few hours, I decided to make my way upstairs for a shower to get ready for our last meal on vacation.
I hop into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the day of sun, sweat and suntan lotion. I hear the noise in the background but choose to ignore it, telling myself that it’s only the television. A few minutes later, I turn off the water, only to realize that what I was hearing was not the television but the hotel’s fire alarm screaming through the hallways.
I wrap myself in a towel to go peek outside the door. I’m soaking wet and don’t want to go downstairs. This used to happen all the time in my college dorm rooms. Most of the students wouldn’t leave, knowing it was just a false alarm but I knew I had to make sure.
I slowly open the door and take a look outside. No one is around. I hear voices over the railing and step further into the hallway. I peer over the railing into the parking lot, seeing all the guests milling about when I hear the click of the door closing behind me.
I know immediately that it’s locked and that I’m standing outside, in my birthday suit save for a very small towel, with a building possibly burning down around me.
I think to myself, “I’ve had a good life”, knowing that there is no way in hell I am going downstairs in a towel. I back up to the wall and close my eyes, willing the door to unlock itself. It won’t budge. I know what I have to do. I make my way to the stairwell to begin the long, humiliating walk down to the parking lot.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps. I panic, imagining firefighters storming the hallway and finding me naked, huddled in the corner. I pause, waiting for the person to be revealed.
I have never seen such a beautiful sight than the hotel manager turning the corner and seeing me standing there. She immediately bursts out laughing, pulls out a set of keys and asks what room she needs to open.
I finally let out the breath that I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding in.
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It’s been almost five years since this happened to me and while we’re still dating and his parents appear to like me, they never give up a chance to tell this story.