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This didn’t happen today, but years ago when my husband and I were still dating.
First, some cultural context because this might not be the same everywhere.
Where I’m from, hotels are normal hotels: you book a room, stay with your family, get breakfast, the usual stuff.
Motels, however, are… different. They’re basically designed for couples who want privacy to have sex. Rooms are often decorated in very creative ways, the TV channels are mostly porn, and the food and drinks are ridiculously overpriced. You can just show up, rent a room for a few hours, and leave.
They’re cheaper than regular hotels, so technically you can stay there just to sleep… but if you do, there’s a good chance you’ll hear the neighbors enthusiastically testing the structural integrity of the bed.
Anyway.
At the time, my boyfriend (now husband) and I worked at the same company. It was the end-of-year office party, and it went very late. We didn’t had a car, and public transportation stops running after a certain hour, so getting home would’ve been a pain.
We decided it would be easier (and cheaper) to stay at a motel near the party and our workplace. The plan was simple: sleep a bit, maybe enjoy the room for its intended purpose, and go to work the next day.
My boyfriend had to start work earlier than me, so he left first while I stayed behind sleeping off the party.
Later that morning I woke up, showered, put on clean clothes, and went to the front desk to check out. My boyfriend had already paid for the room, so all I had to do was hand over the keys.
The receptionist smiled at me… and discreetly slid about $10 across the counter.
My extremely hungover brain saw free money and did not question it for a single second. I said thank you, wished her a good day, and left.
About 20 minutes later, while walking to work, it finally hit me.
I had checked out alone from a motel that is mostly used for quick hookups.
She didn’t think I was the girlfriend.
She thought I was a hooker who had brought my client there.
And she had just given me my tip.
So yeah… that day I accidentally stole money that was probably meant for a sex worker.
TL;DR: Stayed at a motel. Receptionist assumed I was a prostitute and tipped me, and I accepted.
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