Work has been sending me on trips this year. It is somewhat unusual for this to happen, but for the last year and a half I have traveled quite a bit for work. Last week and the week before I was sent 2 hours away from home to another facility to do my job there. Being 2 hours from home is inconsequential, nothing is particularly different. I also work nights so anything I was able to do had to be done before 6:30pm. Needless to say, I spent a lot of time in my hotel room.
Because I am trying to loose weight and trying to be somewhat health conscious, I worked out every day I was at the hotel. In addition I was going to the pool, which is a nice thing. One day I got out of the pool walked to my room removed my clothes and before I took a shower, decided to have a protein shake. I sat on the edge of my bed... naked drinking a protein shake. being a guy, fat and ugly, it isn't a pretty picture, but I didn't want to put something on just to drink this shake right before I got into the shower. Thing is, as I sat there the reality of this room kicked in.
Statistically speaking, there is a pretty good chance that someone had sex in that room at some time. I sat in this room and thought about that. My mind kinda wondered as I sat and though of all of the things that could have possibly happened in that room. did people have sex, was it a married couple escaping their children, was it a business man cheating on his wife on a trip, was it a prostitute operating out of this room? Has this room seen any body get abused, raped, or hurt? How many fights have occurred here in the room I was sitting in? Have people gotten sick in this room? Were drugs used here, or what other illegal things were done?
It is intriguing to think about. Anything could possibly have happened here, and my imagination could run wild with possibilities. Sadly some things that might have actually happened here are things I might not even consider or could possibly fathom. None of this really means anything, but how often do you think about that? I didn't most of my trip, I was blissfully unaware of the history of this room. But things did happen here, and for the most part, we will never know.