Saw the door open and assumed we’re open for business? FUCK YOU.

You walked past the sign.
You ignored the schedule.
You didn’t check your booking.
You saw a door slightly open — probably for cleaning, for air, for a dying mop to breathe —
And you just walked right in like you own the place.

FUCK. YOU.

Do you think we sit inside with the door open just waiting for you to bless us with your presence?
Do you think doors are only ever open when it’s party time?
You saw zero staff.
Lights half-off.
Cleaning shit everywhere.
Clearly no one ready.
And you still strolled in like a lost toddler looking for snacks.

This is not a fucking shopping mall.
This is not Starbucks.
This is a hostel.
With check-in hours.
With rules.
With a life behind that door that doesn’t revolve around your personal convenience.

And let’s be honest — you didn’t “think we were open.”
You didn’t think at all.
You saw a crack and you invaded it like a bug.

Then you stand there

You didn’t book for early check-in.
You didn’t message.
You didn’t even knock.
You just walked in like it’s your aunt’s house and we’re supposed to serve you juice.

So next time you see a door open, here’s what you do:
Check the hours.
Read the sign.
Use your fucking brain.
And if it’s not check-in time?

Shut the door.
Walk away.
And wait like a functioning human being.

Because until you learn that open door ≠ open invitation to be a clueless twat

FUCK YOU.