It’s room service! Did you order the 33 rubber ducks?

Daniel Chandler says:

03:49pm | 07/01/10

“Men, meanwhile, are more like to be the shambles themselves, being vastly more likely to be caught in the corridors with no clothes on.”

Lol, no doubt the figures for these incidents would be higher at ‘end of season trip’ destinations.

Alternatively, misbehaving football players could now argue with the disciplinary board and say they were genetically dispositioned to be stumbling around the halls at 2am looking for their room which is actually three floors below. You heard it here first.

T.Chong says:

05:44pm | 07/01/10

Paul: your first story about the girl who liked farms and hay reminds of a well known film / video from last century, just like these hotel stories,plenty of unusual things happened in it, as well.
Farmyard was part of the title,,,,,,,,,,but age dims the rest.

Davy says:

05:56pm | 07/01/10

The survey link stated that women do more housework. Yet at the hotels women are more messy when actually assessed by independent staff.
Does this suggest that perhaps the surveys that find that women do more housework usually ask the women, rather than have an independent observer actually assess if they do or not.

Biff says:

06:38pm | 07/01/10

I once stayed at a very posh hotel in Brisvegas. I have a liking for nubile young wenches and asked that at least 10 such lasses be in my room when I checked in. Imagine my disappointment when I entered my room and found that the hotel’s management had failed in its duty of care.

Peter Tavare says:

06:48am | 08/01/10

Interesting survey, even if it is the silly season. I have to say that - being a bloke - I agree with the comments about women leaving rooms messier. Maybe it is my Jesuit upbringing, but guilt always gets the best of me and I rush around before checking out to make the room look tidy. On the other hand, when I travel with my wife she just says “Sod it - they’re paid to clean up after us.” In fact, I think I have a problem because i do the same thing before our cleaners come to our house - I’m sure I spend more time cleaning up than they do. Still, I wasn’t the guy who left the riding crop under the pillow at the Novotel - at least I’m not ringing up to ask for it back!

Liz says:

09:48am | 08/01/10

Think you mean tidying don’t you not cleaning? There are worse things for staff than a few limbs and sex toys, it’s the rude demanding bastards who are the worst.

club matt says:

09:53am | 08/01/10

I am always amazed at the efficiency of the hotel concierge - particularly in top end hotels, which I’ve had the privilege of staying at only a couple of times in my life.

Need a spare razor? Hair straightener? Another pillow to prop yourself up infront of the oversize TV? Just call reception and they’ll have one organised straight away.

Ahhh if only your mobile provider worked the same way. Just Imagine. After one ring, you’re straight through.

‘Hello Sir… Oh - I’m sorry to hear that.  You should not be getting overcharged. I will fix the problem straight away. And I’ll send some champagne and strawberries complements of the House.

Need a MyKi card?

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Anita says:

10:27am | 08/01/10

I used to work in room service at a fairly posh hotel in Sydney so I have had first-hand experience of the strange lack of inhibitions engendered by staying in a hotel. Requests for everything from ‘girls’ to US-only junk food to large uncut vegetables for ‘fun times’ (The latter caused great hilarity amongst myself and the chefs as we tried to accomodate this request. We finally found the largest cucumber you have ever seen and sent it up on a silver platter)
I would also suggest that women are more untidy in hotels because it’s a chance to cut loose and not have to pick up the mess afterwards. Liz is also correct in noting that it’s not really the unusual requests that are a pain for staff - it gives them something to giggle about in the staff room - but the demanding, rude-for-no-reason punters who are the worst. They never realised that they were only showing themselves up as morons.

Davy says:

01:42pm | 08/01/10

Can anyone explain why at a $400 a night hotel you pay extra for cable and in house movies where these are included in a $100 a night motel.

stephen says:

01:59pm | 08/01/10

33 ping-pong balls in a room’s when yer can start makin’ phone calls.

cats says:

08:20pm | 08/01/10

Davy, i think it suggests that the women could not be effed to clean up after themselves after years of cleaning up after their husbands/children

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