What Would You Do If You Found The Hotel Concierge Rolling Around In Your Sheets?

There’s a reason I always leave the Do Not Disturb up from the moment I check in until the day I check out — I just don’t like anyone touching my stuff and I’m perfectly fine with making my own bed. But while I’ve worried about thieves, vandals, and snoops, I’ve never thought about coming back to my room to find the concierge wrapped up in my linens.

Among the questions in today’s Dear Prudence column is one posed by a reader who recently stayed at a bed-and-breakfast in Florida. While sitting poolside, the guest noticed that the B&B’s concierge had let himself into their room.

So the guest goes to find out why, only to find said concierge smelling one of the pillows from their bed, all while wrapped up in their sheets.

Understandably, the guest was displeased and made it know, but this only made the concierge cry.

“[He] said we were an attractive couple and that he ‘just wanted to feel alive again,'” recalls the guest, who didn’t know what to do.

“I figured the sheets are their property,” writes the guest, “and I’d think it was just weird or kind of funny had he just replaced the linens and done that in the laundry room, but in the room itself it felt like a gross violation of our privacy.”

The concierge promised to never do it again, and the guest opted to not complain to management or even tell their partner about what they had witnessed.

In her response to the reader, Emily “Dear Prudence” Yoffe says she “would have insisted we packed our bags (after carefully checking our underwear) because I would not be able to spend a night at a place where there was a guy with a serious fetish about my bedsheets and a key to my room.”

The reader had expressed concern about ratting out the concierge because this was a B&B and not some big chain hotel, but Yoffe says the size of the hotel shouldn’t impact your decision to file a complaint.

“If you ran a B&B, I assume you’d want to know if you had an employee who felt the aromas of the guests were a form of True Blood,” she writes. “And surely finding the concierge rolling in your sheets would have gotten you comped for the entire vacation.”