Knock! Knock! Knock! Pound! Pound! Pound! Shout! Shout! Shout!
This is what I heard as I stood at the elevator waiting to go down to dinner at my hotel. The voice didn’t sound threatening, rather irritated that he’d either locked himself out of the room or was trying to rouse someone on the other side. I couldn’t understand the words. I assume they were in Norwegian since I’m now in Norway – in a generally very safe city.
I headed down to dinner and forgot about it, figuring it was young guys goofing around, as sports teams often visit this hotel on the weekends.
Exiting the elevator after dinner, I glanced right before walking left. I always try to be aware of my surroundings. And here’s what I saw:
The ‘knocker’ was now passed out in the hallway — in his underwear. He definitely wasn’t wearing attire appropriate for Norway weather in January. But at least he wasn’t making the loud racket on the hotel door any longer.
Not wanting to check on him myself (no way, no how, never, ever!), I got back in the elevator to alert the Front Desk (after snapping this quick photo of the guy in his skivvies).
Later the Front Desk told me that the guy was not a guest at our hotel but rather from another hotel in town and that they had him removed. I don’t know if he had time to don his britches or not or whether there was any criminal action involved. I hope the occupant of the room was ok. I’m hoping it was just a case of young fun where the alcohol got out of hand early in the day.
This is definitely my first time of seeing someone passed out in a hotel hallway. It just goes to show that travels are forever interesting (sometimes good, sometimes bad) and you never know what you’re going to see.