I hate hotels. Why? Because I haven't had to deal with noisy neighbors since I was in my 20s and lived in apartments. Why are some people so clueless, so unaware that they are disturbing other people who, oh by the way, happen to be paying for their stay?
The other night I was in a hotel for a conference. This hotel was $370 a night. I needed to be up at 5:30 and I needed my rest. My head hits the pillow and then I hear my "neighbors" hooting up a storm. They don't stop. Having been in this scenario before, I do what works the best, I call the front desk. They come to their door twice (others may have called) and still the noise continues. I called the desk again and when they offered to come talk to them again, I say no, they are not going to stop, I want a new room. So, at about midnight I pack up and am moved to a nice new quiet room (bigger too).
However, I did something evil. Knowing my old room would not be used that night I programmed the clock radio to blast at full volume at 4:15 am (buzzer and radio staggered by 10 minutes). I was at the end of the hall and the noisy people were right next to me. The clock mere inches from their bed's headboard and the paper thin walls. Heh heh heh...
Might I have also distrubed others? Perhaps, but I see it as unfortunate but neccessary "collatoral damage" against an enemy that had to be attacked. I have no idea what happened, but I get a kick out of imaginging them rudely disturbed after a night of drunken revelry and no easy way to stop the music and buzzer from the other room.