This happened during my September Europe trip.
The three of us laughed at the juxtaposition of the current night’s accommodations in relation to the previous nights’. From the sprawling and luxurious Blue Palace, of Elounda, Crete, to being welcomed to Munich with bone chilling rain, and the hard cement floor of Hauptbonhauf Train Station.
Getting a restful sleep did not seem like an option as we searched a spot to settle in for the six hours until our train was to depart the next morning. Noticing the luggage lockers that lined several corridors, I climbed into one, just to be funny. Realizing that it was actually warm, dark, and more comfortable than the floor, I decided to stay, and quickly fell asleep. (The boys of course were too tall to fit in a locker and slept nearby on the floor where it was cold and bright. Yeah…I was gloating a bit).
I awakened to light entering my den as someone said something to me in German. I mumbled in English, and immediately the German became, “I’m so sorry to wake you from your rest, but you cannot sleep here.” The voice’s owner is a young, Mister-Rogers-adorable looking Polizei, who was accompanied by a blonde and broad-shouldered counterpart.
I crawled out of the locker, laughing, with a sheepish grin on my face. Who gets in trouble for sleeping in lockers, and who sleeps in them anyway?
They left, and then returned shortly, saying that they needed my passport information. I quickly volunteered that Jimmy and David are my friends, and the Polizei took their passport information also (I haven’t been forgiven for being a tattle tale yet).
After being kicked out of my “home”, we spent the rest of the night sitting in Burger King, where I consecutively lost multiple card games to David, and Jimmy slept on the bench. We realized that the only thing worse than our situation of being so cold, so tired, and time dragging on, was the girl in the corner who was Oktoberfest hung over. Oh things can always be worse…