Invisible Donuts

So we've been staying in a hotel in Cape Breton for a number of days now, and our stay at this hotel has been, well, a bit weird. This is a fairly remote corner of the country with... ahh... a slightly different culture than we are used to. People here are friendly but boisterous and intrusive. It's kind of like they think everyone here is family, so people take liberties, even with strangers. It all seems very unmalicious though. Does any of this make any sense?

Anyway.

So we're at the hotel. On our first morning here, we straightened away a bit of our clutter and left for the day to visit my grandmother in the hospital. It was a long day and we didn't arrive back at the hotel again until after dark. We walked down the long, quiet hallway to our room and unlocked the door. Every light in our room was off, but there was noise within. We looked at each other and paused. Had they given our room away to someone else? What was going on?

We gingerly stepped into the room and discovered that our tv was on. It had most definitely not been on when we left. We laughed at the vision of the cleaning lady sitting on the edge of the bed amongst our luggage, watching her soaps. We turned off the tv and thought nothing more of it.

The next day we got up and repeated our routine, leaving in the morning and returning to the room after dark. Again, the tv was on in the otherwise completely dark room. We had a great laugh about that as we walked into the room.

My sister wandered over to our pile of snacks, paused for a moment, and then asked us how many donuts we'd been in possession of that morning. Out of a bag of a dozen, we were missing the three donuts we'd eaten that morning, plus one more.

The maid, while watching our tv in our hotel room, had helped herself to one of our donuts.

The maid ate our food.

I am dumbfounded. We cracked up laughing and my sister said she'd write a nasty letter to the hotel chain when she got home. I just keep thinking: seriously? The maid ate our donuts? Seriously?

Wow.