Apparently I was hot so I took all of my clothes off and used them as a pillow and sleeping mat. Around 7 AM, the super had finally removed the door and let us in. I woke up hugging the toilet later still naked, wondering where my clothes were. When checking out, we were riding the elevator down with a couple of other people from our floor, and they were whispering to each other and laughing uncontrollably. Finally, one of them tapped me on the shoulder and asked me if I was the one who was passed out in my 'birthday suit.' To which I could only respond 'Probably.' They laughed hysterically and said 'You're famous!' Not what I was expecting to hear. They reached for their phones, then proceeded to show me picture after picture of them and some other strangers propping me up and taking group photos with me. Meanwhile, Friend 2 was just laughing and enjoying the spectacle."
"Most embarrassing moment: being asked by a 75-year old grandmother how I was feeling this morning whilst serving her breakfast. Why embarrassing? Well I was working in a hotel in the UK. The position was 'live-in,' meaning I had a room in the hotel. I was working in the bar and some of the local farmers along with around a dozen soldiers staying in a farmer's barn were there. When the bar closed we all decided to carry on the drinking at one of the farmer's barn. Several hours later I was well and truly 'hammered.' I decided to call it a day and headed back to the hotel. Horror upon horrors, I discover I'd left the hotel without my keys - so I'm now stuck outside, wondering just how rapidly I'm going to get fired if I wake up the General Manager to get back inside. Eventually, my wasted logic decided I could just climb up the outside of the wall, onto a guest balcony and from there get into my room via the open window. So at 3 in the morning I'm industriously, and, in my mind, totally silently, stacking up several large empty kegs. After several attempts I managed to build myself a 'keg tower' and started to climb. Got up and with one foot and hand on the balcony and the other foot and hand reaching out into mid-air, hanging above a rather long drop, I realize that my bedroom window was a bit further away than it looked from ground level. 'Excuse me dear - are you sure you want to try that? It really doesn't look very safe!' My heart stops and I turn around to see an elderly couple peeking out of their balcony doors. 'You'll probably find it easier if you come in this way,' she says, indicating the way into her room. Sheepishly, I haul myself back onto the balcony, mutter my thanks whilst staring at the floor, and make my way back into the hotel. The next morning I'm up serving breakfast whilst nursing the mother of all hangovers. Eventually, the elderly couple wandered in. I take a deep breath and walk across to them to apologize. Before I have the chance, this wonderful lady smiles at me and asks me 'And how are you feeling this morning?' I blush and glance across at the manager. She reads my thoughts and says 'Oh, don't worry about it. We've got three sons and seven grandsons. We've seen it all before. And we did have quite a laugh watching you try to stack those kegs.' Needless to say, for the rest of their stay, that particular couple never had to pay for another drink in the bar."
"My embarrassing moment happened when the fire alarm went off while I was in the shower. It was really a fire, not just an alarm, so I'm not naming the hotel or location. I had no time to grab clothes from my suitcase or even a towel as firemen swarmed the rooms. They found me in my birthday suit on the balcony where I ran to get air, as smoke filled the room quickly. Since then, I always leave clothes right outside the shower when traveling."
"I was working the overnight shift at a hotel in Boston. At about 2 AM, a young Japanese honeymoon couple checked in. I saw their room had been preassigned by the day shift. I was hoping to get them a king bed, but only double rooms were still available at that point. So, I checked them in, offering best wishes and congratulations on the marriage. Unbeknownst to me, the gentleman in the room across the hall had had an issue and had been moved by the swing shift into the same room I had just checked in. The newlyweds, being young and in love, opened the door without turning the lights on and dived into the bed closest to the door. About 15 minutes later, I got a call of a disturbance on that floor. It turns out the moved guest woke up in the other bed at the penultimate moment, and hearing noises, turned the light on! I ended up moving everyone to the biggest suites in the hotel."
"To be honest when you travel a lot on business and stay in different hotels every night it's not unusual for the maid to walk in on you from time to time when you're in various stages of undress. It's not usually too embarrassing, they say a polite 'excuse me' and leave.
This occasion however... well. I was staying somewhere on the continent a few years back. I think it was France, though it might have been Germany. I was leaving early in the morning so I had ordered breakfast in my room -- one of those little luxuries that make up for being stuck in hotels all the time.
So there I was, six o'clock in the morning, in the shower getting ready for the hard day ahead. It was one of those showers that are over the bath rather than a separate shower cubicle. Suddenly I hear a noise behind me, I turn round with a start and there is the maid, standing in the door of the bathroom holding the breakfast tray.
As I say, what would normally happen is 'Excuse me' and a quick retreat. No harm done. What actually happens is she shrieks and drops the tray with a loud clatter on the bathroom floor, smashing the glass and the crockery in the process.
So there I am, standing in the bath caught with no clothes on. The maid is on hands and knees frantically trying to sweep up the glass with her hands. I can't even get out the bath as there are shards of glass everywhere. I'm terrified she is going to cut her hands on the glass.
'Get a towel, get a towel,' I yell in my best whatever language it was. So she grabs a towel and instead of handing to me starts sweeping up the glass with it. Which I suppose was better than bare hands.
Anyway, eventually, she clears up the mess to some extent and runs off leaving me still stuck in the bath with no clothes on.
I never did get my breakfast."
"My boyfriend and I went on holiday together to South East Asia. The first morning at this hotel we went downstairs for our home-cooked breakfast, and got talking to the lovely lady who was cooking it for us, and who would also be our room cleaner. We told her all about our plans for the day, including grabbing a bike and heading into the town center for a bit of shopping after breakfast. She assumed that we headed out as soon as we left breakfast, but we had another idea in mind. I couldn't believe what happened shortly after breakfast, that poor lady.