The Mystery of Bob Solomon
Just got back from Comicpalooza in Houston, Tx, where the strangest thing happened.
After checking in at the hotel Friday night, we went up to our room expecting to relax a little before bedtime. From the moment we opened the door, we noticed something was wrong. First, the hotel room was cold. Usually there's a default temperature for rooms not in use, like 75 F, and you make it colder or hotter once you've checked in and gotten to the room. This one was about as cold I like to keep mine, which is somewhere hovering around 66 to 68 F.
When we flipped on the lights, we saw that one of the queen-sized beds was unmade. I looked around and found a lightly packed overnight case. My son found a pair of pink trainers (about men's size 11s), loose change on the desk, and a few other odd details. My sister-in-law, who was visiting, found prescription medication in the bathroom.
The wife called the front desk to tell them that we'd been given someone else's room, and that someone was obviously still a resident. The S-in-L found the man's name on the meds. We'll call him Bob Solomon to protect the innocent. Bob apparently had made a reservation for the night before, but had reportedly never shown up. He was never checked in, yet he somehow got hold of a key card, which was sitting next the loose change, and he had apparently stayed at least a little while in the room, as evidenced by the way he had spread out. The bed appeared to have been slept in, yet there was no Bob Solomon to be found. This was at about 9:30 at night, a time I would have expected most reasonable people to have been in their rooms, an iced beverage sweating on the bedside table and the TV playing some inane police procedural.
So what happened to Bob? It's a question that's likely to occupy my mind like other greats, such as "What is the Riddle of Steel?" and "What does God need with a starship?" How did he get the key card without getting checked in? Why wasn't he in his room? Did he leave as mysteriously as he arrived, and, if so, why didn't he take his stuff with him? Where's the body? And, what did he to do to the KGB to warrant a death sentence? We may never know.
After checking in at the hotel Friday night, we went up to our room expecting to relax a little before bedtime. From the moment we opened the door, we noticed something was wrong. First, the hotel room was cold. Usually there's a default temperature for rooms not in use, like 75 F, and you make it colder or hotter once you've checked in and gotten to the room. This one was about as cold I like to keep mine, which is somewhere hovering around 66 to 68 F.
When we flipped on the lights, we saw that one of the queen-sized beds was unmade. I looked around and found a lightly packed overnight case. My son found a pair of pink trainers (about men's size 11s), loose change on the desk, and a few other odd details. My sister-in-law, who was visiting, found prescription medication in the bathroom.
The wife called the front desk to tell them that we'd been given someone else's room, and that someone was obviously still a resident. The S-in-L found the man's name on the meds. We'll call him Bob Solomon to protect the innocent. Bob apparently had made a reservation for the night before, but had reportedly never shown up. He was never checked in, yet he somehow got hold of a key card, which was sitting next the loose change, and he had apparently stayed at least a little while in the room, as evidenced by the way he had spread out. The bed appeared to have been slept in, yet there was no Bob Solomon to be found. This was at about 9:30 at night, a time I would have expected most reasonable people to have been in their rooms, an iced beverage sweating on the bedside table and the TV playing some inane police procedural.
So what happened to Bob? It's a question that's likely to occupy my mind like other greats, such as "What is the Riddle of Steel?" and "What does God need with a starship?" How did he get the key card without getting checked in? Why wasn't he in his room? Did he leave as mysteriously as he arrived, and, if so, why didn't he take his stuff with him? Where's the body? And, what did he to do to the KGB to warrant a death sentence? We may never know.
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