I Can Get An Iron, But...

I've been visiting hotels for 28 years. In all that time, I've never seen a shower/tub combo that anticipated the need for a good place for shampoo. There is no shower caddy. The soap dish is usually contoured and sloped to make sure the shampoo bottles slide into the tub. Would it be that much harder to have a little place for shampoo than it is to make a soap dish?

And where do you put the washcloth?

Idiot Costs Me Sleep

At 4:04am today, I hear my phone ringing. Normally, I wouldn't have heard it, but I got "lucky". It got me thinking that no one I know would call at that time if it wasn't an emergency. I pop out of bed and see I have 4 missed calls and one VM. All the calls were from a number I don't recognize. The message was something like "Micha-slur-ndy please please PLEASE call me back."

Great, a wrong number that doesn't recognize the voice on the VM message is not who he wants. The phone rings again from the same number and I answer.
Idiot: "Michael - it's Andy. I need you to come get me."
Pissed Off Bob: "This is not Michael."
Idiot: "Yes, it is."
POB: I'm not Michael, and there is no MIchael at this number."
Idiot: (mumble) "Fuc.." (click)

I kinda fall back to sleep grousing about the idiot. I wake find 3 more missed calls from the same number. How many times does it take for this clown to figure out I'm not Michael, he's got the wrong number, and he's not responsible enough to use a phone?

The only thing that gave me joy was that maybe the guy was in the drunk tank and had to stay over night because he doesn't know the number of any of his friends or family.

I sure hope he's not voting...