Hello Ma'am

Hotels are a roulette spin into the unknown.

99% of the time when that mystery door opens, you will be greeted by the warble of a television, a glance at scattered clothes and a business traveller only thinking of food.

But sometimes, you are greeted by a person in a towel.

Sometimes, it's a middle aged dude who doesn't give a shit that my seeing his paunch jiggle does not make my day.

Then...sometimes...it's 5'10" with skin the color of creamy coffee, raven hair and a frame barely contained by the skimpy hotel towel.

Those make you forget things like the drinks which were also part of the order. That of course requires a return trip. Which isn't really that unpleasant.