My Series of Unfortunate Events: My love affair with hotels

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For Jenna Want, there is nothing like sleeping in hotels.

I'm just going to throw this out here: I absolutely love hotels. I love the smell of (most) of them, I like the soft duvets, and I believe the reason I was put on this earth was to eat continental breakfast. What's the best part, you ask? The freebies.

Now, maybe they aren't technically ‘freebies' in the sense that you aren't supposed to take them, but I figure for $109 per night, everything is mine for the taking.

For starters, we have the obvious shampoo, shower gel and body lotion. I always store these away in my bag for the nights I get shacked up in a not-so-nice hotel and get forced to use the “all in one” mystery cream. Then we have pens, notepads, ironing boards, microwaves, lamps, curtain rods and the bellboy. All of these are items I have managed to take away with no consequence. Well, maybe not. These are all things that I would like to scamper away with one day. Until then, I have a large collection of room keys that I plan to expand.

Even if the hotel isn't as luxurious as you'd like, they always result in a great story... eventually. It turns out even the most expensive of hotels have flaws.

Recently I was sleeping on a pull-out couch in a five-star hotel. I had accidentally dropped my phone down the side of the couch and when I reached to get it I had the pleasure of also touching a pair of men's underwear that someone had left behind.

Another time, I unknowingly ‘upgraded' to a room with no beds. That's right, just a dining room table and a few couches. You can bet I made myself right at home regardless.

Never mind the rooms, I still get really excited when I find out that there is a pool in the hotel. Usually I never get the time to actually swim in it, but it's nice to know I have options.

It's safe to say that I've had some great and some questionable hotel experiences, and I can only imagine the stories that some of you may have. My only piece of advice for staying in a hotel is this: take a look before you stick your hand down the sides of a couch.