The Fluffiest Towels
Every so often I run across a snippet that someone has posted that deals with luxurious towels. Those found in finer hotels and spas and maybe even on worldly cruises. Towels where, when the person wrapped themselves in the downy softness, all their troubles just melted away and they were transported to another world. Maybe even another dimension. I cannot relate to all that softness. But. Yes, a softer than mushy oatmeal “but.” I have found, by accident, there is a method of towel organization in the mid-range motels I frequent.
I am not without many memories of motel stays that were, well shall I say just above this side of the tracks. Once we got caught in Salt Lake City during the Morman conference and had not made a reservation. No rooms were to be found. We were standing in a fully booked hotel lobby trying to decide what to do. A guy who was in the same situation said he was heading over to this one place and added if we hurried, he thought the gal at the desk said this place might have two rooms. So we zipped over. Oh my. Can you say, “Rented by the hour!”? Well, we got the last room. We were also told there were two beds and if we used the second bed there would be an extra charge. We parked and a guy in the next room stuck his head out his door and said, “PSSSSST. You got any cigarettes?” Yes, it was then that I vowed to NEVER go anywhere again without a reservation. The towels matched the motel.
Today I have grown accustomed to places I have used over and over when I go out of town. I have joined the “clubs” of hotel/motels and have learned which, where and when to stay in the various places I travel to. Most of all I know the rooms and what to expect. Towels do have an order to them in rooms. I didn’t know until recently that when a maid places a new towel in a room, she puts it farthest away from the shower or tub. Eventually it gets used, but not every guest uses all the towels put out. You would think every towel is pulled and replaced with all fresh towels. Nope. Only the ones on the floor or hanging get replaced. I cannot say this happens at every establishment, but I think it happens in more of them than it doesn’t. I do though, always, always reach for the farthest towel on the rack or on the bar or in the cubby. Nine times out of eleven the farthest one is the newest and fluffiest.
It is not very often that I find myself staying overnight at a friend or relative’s home. That was something my other half never like to do. He would refer to that as “not home.” So today when I stay out of town I too have come accustomed to staying in a hotel rather than dumping myself into a house of a friend. However. Never say never. I do have a few close friends that live, like me, in places where THEY are the hotels of the area. I stayed at one friend’s home and they kindly gave me their room to stay in. I was very uncomfortable. So much so that I slept on top of the bed. Just couldn’t convince myself to climb in. She still kids me about that. I haven’t been given their room again though. So I am more comfortable and stay there when I go to visit. I have to say of the places I have stayed my friends have all exceeded my soft towel experiences.
Most of us that have company will put out our “best” stuff. Meals are served in bowls and on dishes that are saved for “company.” Sheets for overnighters are fresh, clean, a bit of lavender linen spray spritzed on them. Towels might get a bit of fabric softener added to the wash.
You would think I would do that wouldn’t you? Nope. Come to my house and you get the next towel in the pile. I wish I would have the wherewithal to treat not only my guests, but myself, to some fabric softener. Give a bit of fluff to my life. But nope. I save that happy feeling for when I stay where I can reach for the farthest towel and be the first one to feel the new fluff of a towel that, if the truth be told, sat on the shelf for more than one traveler that stayed in my hotel room the night, or two before me. Hello Fluffy.
Trina lives in Diamond Valley, north of Eureka Nevada. Contact her at itybytrina@yahoo.com or Trina Machacek HC 62 Box 62101 Eureka, Nevada 89316
