It is seven minutes to 10pm. I had gotten back from work less than an hour ago. Okay, had dinner with some co-workers, but still. Was tired, a little fried, very much looking forward to a nice hot shower. I mean, missing cup noodles aside, surely the hotel couldn't screw that up, right?
I opened the bathroom door and found myself staring at an empty towel rack.
Guys, at some point you've got to at least pretend to try, you know?
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