To Miami and Back- 4…

Here is the fourth and final installment of my adventures in Miami- at least for now.

Leaky Room- this one is possible the worst (and most disturbing) of my adventures.

The only time our accommodations have not been at a 4 or 5 star hotel, for some reason they had us stay across from the University of Miami.  The hotel rents out some rooms to students at the University as well as to tourists.  When I came back from one of my sessions at the office my key wouldn’t work in the door, so I went to the front desk.  I told them I couldn’t open my door.  They asked me what room I was in, and that is when I heard the understatement of my life.  They said “Oh there was a little problem with your room.  We have moved you to the room next door; here is your new key.”  Okay, no problem.  I said what was the problem?  “Oh the people in the room above yours had a water leak and it seeped down into your room so we had to move all your things.”   “The only thing that was wet was your tennis shoes and we dried them here they are,” and they handed me my shoes.  Let me say they must use some mighty powerful dryers because I think my shoes shrank a size. 

So I went to my new room and went in.  I looked at the desk and noticed a puddle of water on the desk, which seemed to have come from the ceiling or something so I called the front desk.  They sent someone to my room to clean it up.  I also noticed that they had forgotten the stuff I had in the shower.  So the guy had to go into my old room to get it for me.  As the door was open I could see the water still dripping from the ceiling all over the room that I had been staying in.  It was like a little waterfall!  I thought to myself, a little problem!  So off to my new room – right next door (this is a key to the story). 

I start settling in for the night, order dinner (which they bought for the trouble).  Then as I start to get ready for bed, I notice water oozing from the wallboard onto the headboard of the bed.  Then I notice that there are little bubbles of water all over the wall – this is the wall that is adjacent to the room I was in the night before!  The water then begins to seep from the bubbles and down the wall.  It reminded me of a scene from some horror flick.  I probably should have called down to the front desk, but this was the last night there and I really wasn’t in the mood to change rooms again, so I decided to sleep in the chair for the night.  I did keep an eye on the wall and the ceiling.  When I checked out the next morning I let them know they needed to get someone in there and check the walls.  They said “the wall and ceiling fell down?”  I said “No, they are wet and dripping from the room next door.”  I thought their question was rather strange at the time, but went on to my meeting.  When I got to office I was talking to the other ladies about the night before and some other ladies came in and said “did you guys hear that the ceiling collapsed in one of the rooms at the hotel last night?”  Gee now that question made sense!

Needless to say we have never stayed at that hotel or any other hotel like it again!