Since we're onto travelling stories, I won't name names but I was with very senior PI for an EU project thing. This is in Brussels where apparently all good stories happen. We went to our respective rooms. He knocks on my door after 3 min and says 'there's a man in my bed' (1/)

So, there I was thinking 'what is this...?' so he repeats 'there's a man in my bed, I need help...?' (2/)

So off we went, at this point I was honestly not in a great mood and somewhat suspicious so anyway I go in and lo and behold, there's really a man sleeping in this other gentleman's bed (3/)

So, OBVIOUSLY you say, you went to reception. Well OBVIOUSLY we didn't, why would we, so we were there, staring at this man who was sound asleep (4/)

But then we must have made some noise or perhaps the lights and then this guy wakes up and obviously he was not only EXTREMELY ALARMED but also VERY CONFUSED (5/)

A lot of shouting happened with gentleman (PI) trying to explain to EXTREMELY ALARMED MAN WHO AT THIS POINT WAS ABOUT TO CALL THE POLICE that he was in the wrong room (6/)

But Reader: He wasn't in the wrong room. After some Jedi tricks very agitated man (understandably so) managed to lower his blood pressure and stopped panicking and he worked out that the hotel had given him and the other guy the same room by mistake (7/)

I was very calm throughout all this ordeal because at some point I thought I couldn't be bothered and I would go back to my bedroom and they could sort it out fight Club style but they were both quite good sports about it. I was just a silent witness (8/)

<sighs> I miss travelling. SOMETIMES.
Go to Brussels. Is WILD (9/9)