Hotel irritation number one: such a crappy hairdryer

I fled my house for two days because there are viewings. Let the weather be phenomenal too, so I booked a hotel by the water nearby. For relaxation and entertainment. I am incredibly skilled at making a virtue out of necessity. Only I didn't take into account that my absolute biggest hotel irritation was also present: a hairdryer with a pathetic breeze. People with hotels, why do you do this?

If the hairdryer is attached to the wall, you already know it's trouble. There is no decent airflow to be squeezed out of it. I personally need at least wind force ten to get my hair blowing, let alone that it wants to dry a bit. Usually, I take a hairdryer with me as a precaution, but it was somewhere at the bottom of a moving box, so I checked in on good faith. Nice location, nice room, good bathroom, but a very sad little cord coming out of the wall. Crap.

This morning I worked outside for a few hours, then I went to exercise, then of course I had to shower and afterwards I wanted to enjoy lunch at the (bragging) tent downstairs. It falls a bit into the category: see and be seen. Nothing wrong with that, if your hair is good. Full of good hope, I rinsed my shampoo through my hair and I whispered prayers upwards that the hairdryer would exceed all my expectations. I grabbed the thing, plugged it in, pressed the button and very slowly and sadly something started sputtering at the back of the hairdryer. By the time the airflow reached my hair, all the momentum was already gone. The result was that the air was just a bit puffed against my locks, but drying? No way.

Now I’m sitting here with damp hair above my gambas salad while I’m surrounded by suit-and-tie figures (who at home had a good hairdryer) and perfectly coiffed types with annoyingly beautiful curly locks. I look like I’ve been sitting on the beach all day and was too dazed to dry my hair. Or worse: like I just rolled out of bed and was too dazed to do my hair. The other alternative was to blow-dry my hair for an hour, which would cause both the hairdryer and me to overheat. And overheating from a hairdryer on a hot day like today is simply not an option, and that’s why I’m here practicing the very messy beach look, hoping they think it’s really like that.

In the meantime, I’m eavesdropping on a conversation between six men, one of whom exclaims that he is divorced and never wants to marry again. I just hope I didn’t cause his firm answer with my half-wet, unkempt locks. And if not, it’s the fault of that crappy little hairdryer that you can’t even use to dry your eyelashes. Just so you know.