“You staying here?” the surprisingly attractive guard asked.
I was, but with an untucked shirt and bloodshot eyes, I hardly looked the part.
“Know your room number?” she continued.
I didn’t. The crux of my problem.
I stepped out to fetch some ice and wisely brought my keycard along yet unwisely left my keycard holder behind. Thus my room number… a mystery.
Which is why I jiggled the handle of almost a dozen doors.
Which is why I now had the attention of hotel security.
“Lemme call the desk,” the guard said, smiling.
I nodded, wondering if she was single.
The Weekday One Hundred 