I can’t decide whether to file this in the “wow, he’s friendly” category or “wow, he’s creepy” category. I arrived at the Crowne Plaza London Heathrow a couple of hours ago and was upgraded to a room on the club floor. As soon as I got to the club level I spent a few seconds looking at the sign with room numbers to figure out in which direction my room was.
In that brief period, an older gentleman dressed in gym clothes (who looked like he was going to go down the elevator, though stopped) starts a conversation with me. “Hi, where are you from?” Eh, fine I’ll play along. “Germany… and the US.” When I’m outside of the US, “Germany” is my standard answer (for obvious reasons), though it occurred to me he was British, so saying I was just German would only lead to more questions, since he could probably tell by my accent that I’m not just German.
“Oh, so you’re coming from Germany and going to the US?” he asked. “No, I’m coming from Doha and heading to New York,” I responded. “How long are you staying at the hotel for?” I responded that I was just staying a night. Then he asked “what room are you in?” Uhhh….
I changed the subject, and he ended by asking if I had access to the club, offering to guest me in. I said I had access, and he said “well see you there.”
For the record, this wasn’t the guy that wrote me my Wi-Fi code…