My first overseas business trip as a newly-minted oil & gas consultant was to Kristiansand, Norway. Our travel agent had booked me into the Radisson Blu Caledonian, which apparently was the nicest hotel in town. When I checked in, the concierge asked me, “Smoking room … right?” “No,” I responded, “I requested non-smoking.” He confirmed that, poked around on the computer for a while, consulted a manager, then finally handed me my key. With a little smirk.
Well, when I got to my room, I found the only non-smoking room they had available was … the Honeymoon Suite! So I stayed there (with no Amy) for ten days. Every time I passed through the lobby, was it my imagination that the hotel staff were pointing at me, and snickering a little?