What did Mr. Smudg find this week?
A full dining setup… in a basket of dirty bath towels.
There are moments in this job where Mr. Smudg questions everything. His career choices. The meaning of hospitality. Humanity itself. This week? He questioned how an entire room service tray complete with forks, knives, a crusted chicken alfredo plate, and a half-sucked lemon wedge (ew)—ended up inside a bin of towels?
Let’s set the scene.
It was a normal Tuesday in the fluff mines. Mr. Smudg was elbow-deep in terry cloth, muttering about the usual suspects (mystery stains, rogue socks, and emotional damage), when he heard an unfamiliar clank. He paused. Clink. Then another clank.
Followed by the unmistakable rattle of… cutlery?
He peeled back the top layer of towels like a laundry archaeologist uncovering a cursed tomb—and there it was:
A full dinner tray with all the trimmings.
A pair of wine glasses wedged between a washcloth and a bath mat
Mr. Smudg stared at the scene like a detective discovering a body in the library. His inner thoughts:
“Did someone bathe with their steak?”
“Awh look, a picnic themed towel?”
“Was the tray tired of being in the room? looking for a change of scenery?”
“Why not set it in the hallway?”
He considered issuing a formal complaint to the Culinary Department, but instead just sighs, rolls up his sleeves, and begins separating the forks and noodles from the fabric. Another day, another bizarre mystery no one mentions in training.
Lesson of the week?
Towels: for drying.
Cutlery: for dining.
Trays: definitely not part of the hotel linen program.
Until next week,
Mr. Smudg
Still here. Still grumpy. Still wondering how someone confuses a laundry bin with a dishwasher.
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