Was nearly victim #23 at the Plaza, Las Vegas Downtown
After my conference at the Rio, I moved back downtown to the Plaza. I landed up sleeping very little the night before so I was just looking for a bed to crash on.
I take my bags over at around 10am and I get told that I can't check in until noon because they're "so busy". I roll my eyes and leave.
Come back at 1pm, get a room. Get my coupon book that includes a $25 blackjack match bet ($14 EV woot) and go up to my room, 1401.
I jump into bed and feel something wet on my feet, I jump out and see some big mystery wet spot on the corner of the bed. I'm like "of course", all I want is to sleep and now I have to deal with this. I did consider sleeping around it for like 10 seconds but I thought better.
I call up the front desk and they move me to 901. I get another entire check-in package of coupons (including a second match play). Identical room to 1401, right down to the pictures of Humphrey Bogart on the wall. Jump into bed and sleep for about 4 hours. At around 5pm, someone starts banging on my door, trying to get in.
I'm like, "fucking housekeeping, just go away" assuming that after a few tries, the person will go away. They do, only to come back about 5 minutes later. The person continues to pound away on the door, rattling the handle as if they can't figure out why they can't get it. This continued on and off about 4 more times. I get out of bed in a huff and look out the peep hole. I don't see anyone. I open the door, put out the DO NOT DISTURB sign and go back to sleep. About 10 minutes later, this person is back banging on my door. I look out the peephole to see some older guy trying to get into my room. He appeared to have a Plaza uniform on. But my spidey-sense was tingling. If this was a casino employee, surely they would respect the Do Not Disturb sign and the obvious fact that the door is locked and the room is reserved with a guest in it. I also made no call to the front desk for extra anythings. So I had a suspicion that this person might not actually be from the casino.
I decide not to open the door but to call the front desk and find out what the hell is going on. They call security. Security proceeds to show up about 30 minutes later (lol downtown) and ask me what's wrong? I mention that some guy was trying to get into my room repeatedly for the last hour or so. They notice that there is a pillow beside the door. Security looks around for about 10 seconds, take the pillow and goes away. Mystery guy never returns.
I honestly believe that the guy at my door was the 'Las Vegas Tourist Pillow Smotherer' and that he would have easily killed me had I opened the door.
Brag, Beat or Variance?
I take my bags over at around 10am and I get told that I can't check in until noon because they're "so busy". I roll my eyes and leave.
Come back at 1pm, get a room. Get my coupon book that includes a $25 blackjack match bet ($14 EV woot) and go up to my room, 1401.
I jump into bed and feel something wet on my feet, I jump out and see some big mystery wet spot on the corner of the bed. I'm like "of course", all I want is to sleep and now I have to deal with this. I did consider sleeping around it for like 10 seconds but I thought better.
I call up the front desk and they move me to 901. I get another entire check-in package of coupons (including a second match play). Identical room to 1401, right down to the pictures of Humphrey Bogart on the wall. Jump into bed and sleep for about 4 hours. At around 5pm, someone starts banging on my door, trying to get in.
I'm like, "fucking housekeeping, just go away" assuming that after a few tries, the person will go away. They do, only to come back about 5 minutes later. The person continues to pound away on the door, rattling the handle as if they can't figure out why they can't get it. This continued on and off about 4 more times. I get out of bed in a huff and look out the peep hole. I don't see anyone. I open the door, put out the DO NOT DISTURB sign and go back to sleep. About 10 minutes later, this person is back banging on my door. I look out the peephole to see some older guy trying to get into my room. He appeared to have a Plaza uniform on. But my spidey-sense was tingling. If this was a casino employee, surely they would respect the Do Not Disturb sign and the obvious fact that the door is locked and the room is reserved with a guest in it. I also made no call to the front desk for extra anythings. So I had a suspicion that this person might not actually be from the casino.
I decide not to open the door but to call the front desk and find out what the hell is going on. They call security. Security proceeds to show up about 30 minutes later (lol downtown) and ask me what's wrong? I mention that some guy was trying to get into my room repeatedly for the last hour or so. They notice that there is a pillow beside the door. Security looks around for about 10 seconds, take the pillow and goes away. Mystery guy never returns.
I honestly believe that the guy at my door was the 'Las Vegas Tourist Pillow Smotherer' and that he would have easily killed me had I opened the door.
Brag, Beat or Variance?
Comments
BBC_Z has razor sharp wit and could hold his own in a debate with Bill Mahr. Unfortunately he is physically incapable of defending himself against an old guy armed with a pillow.
This fits the profile for a school kid who is most likely to get wedgied.
You think it was just some employee that maybe got called to bring an extra pillow up to a room and got the wrong room? Couldn't deliver it personally, but tried very several times to do so (so he could be tipped) and finally gave up, leaving the pillow outside your door.
That is impossibly logical. We're talking Vegas here.
Front desk had no idea who it was and yeah, I told them that I think the person was wearing a Plaza uniform
Well the conference was at the Rio, but once it's over I'm back on my own dime.. and thus, I slum my way through Vegas
Knowing this, why the hell didn't they call the police instead of security (who as you said took 30 minutes)... thats messed up.
Oh, makes sense.
I assume you're still wearing that t shirt that says "I'm the mutha fuckin BBCZ", maybe it's time to let that go.
How long are you in Vegas anyhow, I'm getting in next Sunday, and if you're still there would be happy to buy you a heineken.
Before the first Royal Cup I attended, Hork42 had a baseball bat in his trunk just-in-case :-)
Alas, the taste of vegas has departed my sweet lips and I am now back in Toronto after 11 days of debauchary. Truth be told, I was burned out after about 5 and really don't have the drive to even play live Vegas poker like I used to.
Unfortunately I played the part of old guy last October in New York. We were staing at the Sheraton in Times Sq.
This is how my wife would tell the story...
It was my birthday and I was completely shit-faced as my wife and I returned to our room for the night. Once we entered the room I ran to the can to take a piss. I went to the door but it was locked...I began to yell at my wife to unlock the door thinking she had beaten me to the washroom. At the same time she could hear an old man yelling "get away, get away!" Turns out that I was trying to open a door to the the adjoining hotel room. My wife had to grab my arm & escort me to the potty.
After relieving my bloated bladder I tried to exit the bathroom but the door was locked. I frantically began to twist and turn the knob and began yelling to my wife that I was locked in the washroom. Once again she said she heard the voice of an older gentelman yelling "get out, go away, leave us alone."
My wife said that she yelled at me to turn around as she was sitting on the bed behind me. She said I stumbled to the bed and within 5 seconds was
out cold.
The next morning as we left our room an older gentleman asked if we heard a ruckus the night before. He said that there was an older gentleman in the room between us screaming in the middle of the night. My wife looked at him with a straight face and just shrugged her shoulders.