Some people leave behind thank-you notes, tips, etc. Others leave behind… less poetic things.
This week, Mr. Smudg was elbow deep in freshly delivered hotel towels when he caught a whiff of something sinister.
Something that screamed, “NOPE, not all towels deserve a second chance.”
At first, he blamed his coworker’s questionable tuna salad lunch. But no, this was something darker. Denser. Diaper-ier.
He pulled back one towel, then another. And there it was:
A very used baby diaper, rolled with the loving care of a live grenade and nestled into the folds of terrycloth like a gift-wrapped horror.
Mr. Smudg recoiled.
The towels recoiled.
Even the laundry cart tried to back away.
There are few things that shake a seasoned laundry professional, but this? This was the stuff of sanitation nightmares.
Who would do this?
A tired parent? An honest mistake? A toddler with stealth skills? A revenge mission against hotel laundry workers everywhere? I mean… did they not smell it?
Mr. Smudg didn’t know.
What he did know is:
The diaper was full.
The towels were no longer towels — they were trash.
No air freshener or scent booster were any match for what had just occurred.
He called it in like a crime scene. Biohazard gloves. Bleach.
When housekeeping was notified, the response was… underwhelming:
“Aw, yeah. That happens more than you’d think.”
More than you’d think?!
Mr. Smudg has seen it all, but this was a new one for him.
He labeled the bag, “TOWELS – DEAD TO US (DNS)”
The week’s lesson?
If it smells like betrayal and squishes like betrayal… it probably is.
Towels are for drying, not diaper disguising.
And Mr. Smudg deserves a raise. Or at least hazard pay. Or a new olfactory.
Until next time,
Mr. Smudg
Still here. Still traumatized. Still considering a career in digital marketing.
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