The feeling when you return to your vacation hotel room after going for a walk, with an intestinal explosion imminent, only to see the maid cart in the corridor near your room. There's a visceral feeling of panic when you realise you may have lost "home field advantage" for your imminent morning joy dump. Particularly relevant after a big night in Vegas.
Dave was looking forward to a good half hour post-breakfast sit down with a copy of ESPN magazine after his tequila and Coors meltdown when he spotted the dreaded cart and had a major attack of maid anxiety.
by Sculph January 17, 2010