I’m staying at a really nice hotel this evening while in town on business, and stopped by the bar in the lobby to get a glass of ice to take to my room.

The bartender was in the middle of making a complicated drink, so I stood there and waited until he was done. Meanwhile, an obvious tourist wearing crocs and a fannypack sidles up to the bar and beckons the bartender while he’s muddling tarragon and orange zest or something, “I need a glass of water.” He calmly stated that he will be with her in a minute, to which the response was an exasperated sigh. When he was done, he asked me how he could help (I was there first, after all), which elicited another sigh. I thanked him and headed for the elevators. Just when the doors were closing, a thick hand pried them open and in walks fannypack.

Here’s the petty part: as I mentioned, this is a nice hotel. So the elevators require your room key card to be scanned each time a floor’s button is pressed, but the RFID scanner is only on one side – my side. She pressed 5, but it wouldn’t take because she hadn’t scanned her room key. She insistently pressed 5, muttering something about the shitty button not working, while I kept silent. The doors opened on my floor and I stepped out, and the last thing I heard was the elevator say, “going down” followed by, “sonofab*tch!!!”