One afternoon, I was leaving my hotel room to go meet up with some friends. While waiting for the elevator, I hear something that catches my attention. On each floor of the hotel where I was staying, the elevator and the stairwell is separated by a decorative partition wall and I hear something that sounds like quiet sobbing coming from the other side. Out of concern, I walk over the the wall and take a look around the corner to find a middle aged woman, seated on the floor with her back against the barrier, quietly weeping.
I did what any decent person would do and asked her “Are you ok?”. She looked up at me like a lost child looking for their parent and replied “No”. I say to her “How can I help?”. She extends her hand to me, which is holding her phone and with a drunken slur says “I can’t find my room”. I look at the phone that she’s holding out to me and she had taken a picture of her room number and I immediately understood the situation.
This woman as part of her pre-game, knowing that she would most likely get hammered, took a picture of her room number before leaving it that day. A friend of mine has the same move, except he writes the hotel he’s staying in and the room number really big on his forearm so that way if someone finds him passed out somewhere, they know where to dump him off. I concluded that this woman who had “one too many” got as far as finding the correct hotel and the correct floor, but couldn’t navigate the maze of corridors to find her room. So she just crumpled on to the floor and gave up. Having sympathy for her and a little empathy, because I’ve gotten lost in this same hotel while completely sober, I tell her to say put, I’ll find her room, I’ll be right back.
So I head off into the labyrinth to find her room and after a few of minutes of trekking down long hallways and following slightly confusing room number signs I find it at the furthest, most remote location it could possibly be. After that long walk I wasn’t entirely sure if I was still in the state of Nevada.
I knock on the door, hoping that I can enlist the help of one of the people that she’s traveling with, but no one answers. I hike back to where I left her and find her still planted on the floor. I tell her that I found her room and that I would escort her there. I ask if she can walk and she makes the unsure commitment “I think so”. With some effort, she gets to her feet. She puts one tentative foot in front of the other and with one arm extended out to her side touching the wall for balance she begins to follow me.
So now my trip to Vegas has become a pseudo version of The Lord of the Rings where I’ve become Frodo who needs to return a drunk lady back to her point of origin, and if there’s anything that I’ve learned from watching The Lord of the Rings trilogy, it’s that conversation makes a long journey pass faster.
I start to lead her to her room and begin to make small talk. I ask her questions like “How long will you be staying in Vegas?” and “Who are your vacationing with?” and she’s coherent enough to answer the questions, but her drunkenness shows with each word she speaks.
When I ask her “How is your trip going so far?”, she reveals herself to be one of those lovey drunks and responds, “It was just ok, but then I met a kind person like you who is helping me to my room.” Slightly amused, I simply respond to her “That’s how my mama raised me. You have her to thank”.
We finally arrive at her room and she somehow manages to open the door. I start to make my way back to the elevators when she calls out to me “wait, wait”. In the open doorway, she’s digging around in her pockets and pulls out a fist full of cash and extends it towards me. I smile at her and say, “No thank you, it’s not necessary.” This is where she begins to get a little surly. “Take it, take it! You helped me to my room!” I continued to smile at her and said, “Pay it forward. The next time you see someone who needs some help, help them out. That’s how the world becomes a better place.”
She looked at me with disgust, uttered “baaahhhh”, took a swipe at me with her open hand and disappeared into her room.
I laughed to myself as I walked back to the elevators. This is one of the things I love about Vegas. Any interaction with a person can turn on a dime and almost every interaction with a complete stranger makes for a fun Vegas story.
– @FacesAndAcesLV (Los Angeles, CA, USA)