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I am about to go out of town again for work, and while I rarely encounter problems while traveling, I gotta say when you move around as much as I do, they're bound to happen every once in a while.
Does anyone have any ridiculous / funny / interesting travel stories?
I'll start with one of mine:
When I was in college, my family traveled to Taiwan to see some family during Winter Break. Our flight was scheduled to land in the evening, so I knew that if I slept too much on the plane, I might mess up my sleeping schedule and have jet-lag the entire trip. So I vigilantly forced myself to stay awake for the entirety of the 14-hour flight, busying myself with in-flight movies and iPad games. Needless to say, when we arrived at our hotel, I was pretty exhausted.
Because we had been traveling, I dressed as comfortably as I could, so I was in sort of a raggedy sweatshirt hoodie, hair messed up from being on a plane and not having showered (plus it was frizzy from the humidity change), wearing kind of torn and frayed jeans, and some comfortable sneakers. I guess I looked kind of like a bum.
My parents were having some trouble finding our rooms on the reservations, so I sat down on a couch in the lobby and knocked out. Not even lying on the couch, just sitting. I'm not sure how long I was asleep for, but eventually a hotel worker comes up to me and rudely shakes me awake by the shoulder and tells me in Chinese, "You can't sleep here."
I look at him kind of confused, not really making the connection that he probably thinks I'm just some homeless vagrant hoping to spend the night for free in this warm, snazzy hotel lobby. So I reply to him in Chinese, "My mom and dad are checking in right over there." I guess he didn't believe me, because he immediately snapped back, "No they're not. Get out of here."
Still kind of in disbelief, I looked over where my parents were standing, and pointed them out to the employee. "They're right over there," I told him. "Those are my parents."
"No, they're not." He insisted.
So I let out an exasperated sigh, turn in the sofa and call out to my mom, still in Chinese, asking her to come over. The employee angrily shoves my shoulders and tells me not to disturb the hotel guests.
At this point I realize that he's implying that I'm homeless, and I snap. Out of a mix of anger, confusion, crankiness and exhaustion, I jump to my feet and yell at him, this time in English: "Fuck you, asshole. I'm an American. Those are my parents." I reach into my pocket and pull out my US Passport and wave it in his face. My mom, now concerned, comes over and says in English, "Remi (she used my real name, which is not actually Remi), what's going on?"
The embarrassed employee says nothing, turns around and walks away. I then pulled the hood of my sweatshirt over my head and went back to sleep in the couch lol.
Does anyone have any ridiculous / funny / interesting travel stories?
I'll start with one of mine:
When I was in college, my family traveled to Taiwan to see some family during Winter Break. Our flight was scheduled to land in the evening, so I knew that if I slept too much on the plane, I might mess up my sleeping schedule and have jet-lag the entire trip. So I vigilantly forced myself to stay awake for the entirety of the 14-hour flight, busying myself with in-flight movies and iPad games. Needless to say, when we arrived at our hotel, I was pretty exhausted.
Because we had been traveling, I dressed as comfortably as I could, so I was in sort of a raggedy sweatshirt hoodie, hair messed up from being on a plane and not having showered (plus it was frizzy from the humidity change), wearing kind of torn and frayed jeans, and some comfortable sneakers. I guess I looked kind of like a bum.
My parents were having some trouble finding our rooms on the reservations, so I sat down on a couch in the lobby and knocked out. Not even lying on the couch, just sitting. I'm not sure how long I was asleep for, but eventually a hotel worker comes up to me and rudely shakes me awake by the shoulder and tells me in Chinese, "You can't sleep here."
I look at him kind of confused, not really making the connection that he probably thinks I'm just some homeless vagrant hoping to spend the night for free in this warm, snazzy hotel lobby. So I reply to him in Chinese, "My mom and dad are checking in right over there." I guess he didn't believe me, because he immediately snapped back, "No they're not. Get out of here."
Still kind of in disbelief, I looked over where my parents were standing, and pointed them out to the employee. "They're right over there," I told him. "Those are my parents."
"No, they're not." He insisted.
So I let out an exasperated sigh, turn in the sofa and call out to my mom, still in Chinese, asking her to come over. The employee angrily shoves my shoulders and tells me not to disturb the hotel guests.
At this point I realize that he's implying that I'm homeless, and I snap. Out of a mix of anger, confusion, crankiness and exhaustion, I jump to my feet and yell at him, this time in English: "Fuck you, asshole. I'm an American. Those are my parents." I reach into my pocket and pull out my US Passport and wave it in his face. My mom, now concerned, comes over and says in English, "Remi (she used my real name, which is not actually Remi), what's going on?"
The embarrassed employee says nothing, turns around and walks away. I then pulled the hood of my sweatshirt over my head and went back to sleep in the couch lol.
