We were in Banff staying at the Banff Springs Hotel. I woke up early and saw that there was a little fire escape balcony right beside our bedroom. So I left Ger in bed, snagged the room key and snuck out to see the view from the balcony. As I stepped out onto the cold metal straps of the fire escape, the door snapped shut behind me. It snapped shut and locked.
While our bedroom window was right beside the fire escape, I couldn’t reach it.
“No worries”, I thought, “I’ll just slip down a floor and go in that door. Then I’ll sneak up the stairs to my floor and crawl into bed with Gerry to warm up my feet”. Warming up my feet was important because I was barefoot on a metal fire escape and it was only mid-April. Oh, and I was dressed in a stylish oversized tee-shirt and not much else.
The door on the next floor was locked too. So my next plan of attack was to get the attention of the Japanese tourists piling into a bus in front of the building. I started calling and waving. I certainly got their attention – they turned their cameras on me, chuckling and clicking. Then they all loaded onto their bus and drove away.
15 minutes more of standing on tip toe looking into the tiny little window to see if there was anyone in the hall and obsessively checking the door until I finally saw a concierge. I pounded and pounded on the door until he came and opened the door for me.
I crawled into bed beside Gerry, he woke up, rolled over and asked if I wanted to go check out that cool little balcony we’d seen the night before.