Don't take my damn towels!!

So here I am ensconced in a hotel room in Portland, ME trying to juggle a seminar on oil & ice with a work list that's 3 pages long, and growing every time my phone rings.

And yet I still have time to blog about how flat out wrong it is for hotels to put the little card in the bathroom with the picture of a snowy owl and a globe wrapped in shiny script that reads "conserving for tomorrow," explaining that if I choose to re-use my towels, I should simply hang them up and I will save all those gallons of water and bleach. So I did my part, despite the fact that I take a secret and strong delight in trashing hotel rooms rock star-style, because as we established downwind of the coal pile, I give a shit about the planet.

I came back to my room at lunch to brush my teeth & write a few emails, and guess what? My towels which were hung exactly as specified on the owl sheet have been carted away to the hotel laundry & I have to brand new towels all folded nicely with the washcloth shaped into a min-fan.

To quote my friend Monica's awesomely cool phrase, which is quickly gaining internet steam, WTBC???? (translation for the tragically un-hip: "what the bull crap"???) This is a brilliant and edgy alternative to the altogether overused WTF. But you must send Monica a dollar every time you use it.

And the worst part is, I cannot think of a single way in which I can effectively complain about this without looking like a complete lunatic. Maybe I'll find my inspiration at the bottom of a pint at Gritty McDuffs. Don't wait up...