Poll of the Day > People of GameFAQS are going to need a towel. (Warning)

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Towels were in every corner of the hotel. It was a very simple room with wooden furniture and a white colored tiled floor. All you saw were the wooden furniture and the white tiles. This hotel gave a simple accommodation. But you felt at home and at peace.

There were some places in Italy where you would get the same feeling and it would not be a simple hotel but in a way a home away from home. There were some hotels in Italy where even the staff and the management was like a family. All the family was there to take care of you and to make you feel at home. And even the other travelers were like family members and they helped you and they even guided you.

Thats one of the reasons I chose this hotel. Because all of the staffs were friendly and cooperative. I would even come across other travelers there that would tell me that this is a good hotel, I will not go anywhere else. I will always stay here

A towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you; you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if someone discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, they will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, that person will then happily lend the hitchhiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost." What the person will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in "Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is." (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)

I'm gonna pre

faramir77 posted...

I'm gonna pre

lmao

Yoshizard looks more like Yoshonite

faramir77 posted...

I'm gonna pre

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1x5a9rn9TSM

What is the towel for?

ParanoidObsessive posted...

A towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you; you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if someone discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, they will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, that person will then happily lend the hitchhiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost." What the person will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in "Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is." (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)

What the hell is a face flannel?

Revelation34 posted...

What the hell is a face flannel?

Flannel for your face

Metalsonic66 posted...

Flannel for your face

https://youtu.be/e5BvxPfCpp0?t=13

This guy gets it

Don't forget to bring a towel!

What happens if I forget a towel? What happens if I step out for a snack, or a bathroom break, and I miss my bus? Should I get up at the wheel when the bus goes by and start the engine so I don't get lost? I ask the question and the answers come back: you'll fall out of the bus; you'll get home late; it's late anyway.

I step out for the bathroom, and I remember I don't have any tampons. I'm at the airport. I have a suitcase full of tampons. I step back in and ask about the best store to buy tampons. I'm told to go into the restrooms and ask someone. It takes a little longer for someone to come to me than it should have. I wait.

After a while I ask the person that person says a question for a job interview. I go to the restroom and get some tampons. I go back to the person with the question. I'm told the answer. I get a job. I work in the back and I don't answer the phone.

I get up. I go to my desk. I get to the desk and there's the phone. I look in my purse and find a tampon. I take it out. I'm supposed to be going to the grocery store. I leave the house.

I go to the grocery store. I check the shelves. There's no tampons.

"There's no tampons," I say. "The store is out."

"What?" the grocery store clerk says.

"There's no tampons," I say. "The store is out."

"It's the middle of the night," the clerk says. "There are people in here. There's customers. There's a line."

"I don't know," I say. "Maybe."

"You have to check again," he says. "Sometimes people switch their orders."

I go to the back and find a person wearing a uniform.

"There's no tampons," I say.

"There are tampons in the back," the woman wearing the uniform says. "I'll go get you some."

The clerk says I have to talk to the grocery store's manager. The manager says I have to go ask in the restroom. The manager says there's no tampons.

The store is quiet.

I go into the restroom and I ask the woman. She says there are tampons. I come out. I tell the store clerk. He says he'll have to make a note about it. I go back to the bathroom and ask the woman again. She says there aren't any tampons.

I come out and tell the store clerk.

"There's no tampons," the store clerk says.

"There are," I say.

Cool story yo

Thank you.