What did Mr. Smudg find this week? A uniform mystery—and not the “folded neatly with intent to return” kind.
There are days when Mr. Smudg wonders if he’s the only one who takes their job seriously.
This week, nestled between a pile of over-perfumed pillowcases and a towel that smelled suspiciously like liquor and poor decisions, he found… a full. Maid’s. Outfit.
Not a sock.
Not an apron.
A full uniform—dress, name tag, duster, and all.
Like someone clocked out of reality and just… left their job in the sheets.
Now, Mr. Smudg has seen hotel drama before.
He’s found sheets used as toga costumes.
He’s uncovered mystery burritos.
He’s even intercepted a rogue battery-powered device masquerading as a travel toothbrush.
But this?
“Was this a secret rendezvous?”
“Was this an act of protest?”
“A spontaneous costume party gone…right?”
“Did a guest…borrow it?”
“…and is this their way of returning it?”
“Or did Karen finally snap, yell ‘I QUIT,’ and swan-dive straight into room 318’s linens?”
Either way, Mr. Smudg was left holding the ruffled remains of what was clearly a breakdown (or a fantasy) wrapped in polyester.
And of course, it wasn’t just the dress.
Oh no.
There were traces of glitter. A single knee-high stocking. And a suspicious scent that screamed late-night room service and regret.
This week’s takeaway?
Please return uniforms to people, not pillowcases.
If you’re living out a hotel fantasy, maybe keep it from entering the industrial wash.
And if you quit mid-shift, Mr. Smudg gets it. He’s thought about it too.
Until next week,
Mr. Smudg
Still here. Still grumpy. Still wondering if someone’s walking around the lobby in nothing but hotel slippers and misplaced dignity.
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