Sleep
Snoring demons, alarm terrorists, and bedtime sabotage.
You booked one room and somehow got surround sound.
This fucking guy is snoring through the hotel wall like a cursed lawnmower.
The wall is vibrating, the nightstand is sympathetic, and you are learning intimate details about this man's sinuses from six feet away.
A private failure with very public acoustics.
This fucking guy set six alarms and made them everybody else's problem.
They start at 4:45, keep coming every nine minutes, and somehow the only person not responding to them is the clown who programmed them.
Sleep pages work best when the offending move is obvious in one sentence and specific enough that a stranger can picture the whole scene immediately.