It probably shouldn't bother me, but it does

I'm in my "hotel" room writing, puttering, drinking Cuban rum and I overhear a 65-70 year old woman trying to talk the front desk woman into letting her look at my room in case it's bigger than the one she is in. The woman is trying to explain to her that someone is already occupying that room (me) and that the size of the room irrelevent given that she can't have it anyway. The woman counters with, "Well, which room is the quietest? We want to have the biggest, quietest room.

Mother fucker, you came to stay in the center of a city in Mexico.  I'm going out on a limb assuming they're on vacation. I don't like to do this because I always try to remember that I don't have many facts in this situation, but to an outsider, such as myself, it appears as though you're in a beautiful hotel, in Mexico, that costs about $35 a night and you're demanding bigger, quiter rooms. I guess I just wonder if your life at home is orchestrated so that nothing will inconvenience you. I realize this sounds judgemental, but I'm doing it for a couple of minutes and then I'll go walk around and look at pottery again or something.