His Career As A Hotelier Is About To Be All Washed Up

I’m an American tourist in Brazil. My husband and I checked into a hotel room. When we got there, there was a puddle on the floor of the bathroom and the sink was dripping.

We asked management to move us to another room.

The new room seemed fine at first, though smaller than the old one. In the middle of the night, the ceiling fan started dripping. Then, it started gushing, like a pipe had broken over it. It was pouring water down onto the bed and onto my husband and me. We were very fortunate that the water didn’t splash onto the desk and wet our laptops, which we both used for work.

We asked again to be moved to another room.

The manager was fairly flummoxed and wanted to see the new leak with his own eyes. He didn’t quite understand how this had happened twice. He kept telling us, “Sirs, this never has happened before,” and, “I am so very sorry this happened to both of you, sirs.”

Together with the manager, we opened the door of the new room. As we opened the door, the ceiling fell in and water started gushing onto the floor. “You are cursed by God,” the manager said. “Get out. We’ll refund you your whole stay. But get out.”

So, we called our travel company, and they booked us another room at a different hotel at no extra charge. The new hotel didn’t leak at all.