The Band Has Been Banned

It is the 1980s when I am on the road with a band. Most hotels back then tell housekeeping that the band is in whatever rooms they gave us so that they won’t bother us in the morning and let us decide if we want the room serviced, which we do maybe two times a week. So, when I get a call one morning at 10:00 am, I figure it’s my friend, the guitar player.

Me: “Who the f*** are you, what the f*** do you want, and why the f*** are you bothering me?!”

Dead silence.

Me: “Hello?”

Room Service: “I was calling to see if you wanted to have to have your room cleaned.”

Cue my horrified face and my groveling apology to the poor girl who apparently hadn’t been told that it was a band member’s room. I saw her later — small-town hotel — and apologized again, but for the rest of our stay there, my room never got serviced.

I made sure to leave a $20 tip in my room when we left.