Scooby-Doo: Careful What You Wish For

Not all hotel rooms are created equal, but sometimes you get just what you wish for. However, given that my less than prudent utterance before pursing what has so far been my sole trip to Louisiana was something to the effect of demanding a chance to relive Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island, run into a vampire, or just in general see something spooky, I really have no right to complain.

But I have a right to laugh, it’s in the constitution.

(Only some of you will get that reference, so above is a pictorial clue.)

So here is the barefaced truth, whatever maid cleaned our room cut a few corners, noticeably the bathtub’s disturbing ring of grime which was upstaged by the still dripping bathmat. Let’s not get into too many details here, but by utilizing Sherlock Holmes’s methods, we were able to deduce from a dirty coffee pot and a lack of soap—technically, there was a used bar of soap—that something had happened to the cleaning lady.

Here’s where it gets all Scooby-Doo like: I noticed the walls needed a bit of washing because of the faded image of a handprint. Yes, among all the cobwebs and dust, the final touch came in this Halloweenish decoration.

I looked in the mirror and saw a man, a man with a scraggly goatee. I knew what I had to do: eat large portions of food until the monster pursued me, setting off a comedic musical number.

Well, not all wishes come true.