Another post refreshed this deeply repressed embarrassing memory in my mind today, and the cringe-wound feels fresh again, so I thought I’d share it with you all.

We were staying in a luxury suite that had a personal room attendant who we met briefly when we arrived that afternoon. We were in a hurry to get out and explore, so we ditched our belongings in the room, and headed out to sightsee. When we returned late that evening, we were shocked to find that our luggage had been unpacked for us. Our toiletries were in the bathroom, neatly placed on his and hers trays; our clothes were hung, and shoes carefully lined … and then the kicker:

MY LINGERIE WAS SPLAYED OUT ON THE BED, ANGLED TOWARD THE DOOR, WITH A TRAIL OF ROSE PETALS LEADING UP TO AND SURROUNDING IT - A PLATE OF CHOCOLATE STRAWBERRIES AND A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE NEARBY.

I had a few pieces of lingerie in my bag, so this one had been chosen. And, the room attendant must’ve not noticed, but it had (I’m rocking in fetal position as I write this) …… already been used.

I. Was. Mortified.

Needless to say, I could not look our male room attendant in the eye for the remainder of the stay.

Tell me your embarrassing travel stories & let’s wallow in our secondhand embarrassment together.