It began with a sound.
A faint slosh coming from the laundry bin.
Mr. Smudg froze. He’d heard that sound before—once it was spilled soup, another time… well, something worse.
He peeled back a few towels and blinked.
Inside a Ziploc bag, surrounded by damp linens, was a single goldfish.
Alive. Floating. Judging him.
Mr. Smudg stared back.
He called the front desk of the hotel.
“Hi, it’s your laundry. I’ve got a… fishy situation.”
He Paused,
“A live fishy, actually.”
Another pause.
“… and no, it’s not sushi. It’s swimming.”
Turns out, a guest in Room 406 had brought their child’s “pet fish” on vacation and sent it off to “get cleaned.” Then forgot.
Mr. Smudg sighed, adopted his temporary role as Aquatic Crisis Manager, and placed the little survivor in a glass measuring cup until someone came to claim it and bring it back to the hotel.
This week’s lesson:
Fish do not require turn-down service.
Laundry bins are not aquariums.
If you hear splashing in the towels, pray it’s just detergent.
Until next time,
Mr. Smudg
Still here. Still grumpy. Still running a part-time pet rescue.
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