Discovering you are a towel hog

If admission is the first step in any twelve step program then I must admit that I am a towel hog.

I used to think that my immediate call to room service, upon entering a hotel room, was merely an acknowledgement that the two bath towel allotment, for a double room, was inadequate for a family of four.

What I have since discovered, to my horror during a recent girls only spa experience, is that I, like John Candy in Planes, Trains and Automobiles, will utilize every available towel leaving my roommate a single scratchy face cloth to dry off with.

Calling not once, but twice, during our first evening confirmed my girlfriend's suspicision that I am a towel hog.

So to all those who baulk at the suggestion of a two towel limit at their local fitness facility, join with me in celebrating your inner hogdom.