|  memphisstreaker
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				| I was returning to my hotel room after a day in the outdoors.  It's about 4:10 in the afternoon.  I greet the very nice middle-aged lady behind the desk and we exchange a few remarks.  She has a good sense of humor, at least she appreciates mine.    I ascend the stairs that rise, open on both sides, through the lobby and around to a small balcony before reaching the always-open doorway to the second floor.  From the top of the stairs, as I make the turn out of sight, I can see her leaving her station behind the desk and moving into the back room. 
 I call home, and after that I wonder what to do.  I'm in a hotel room 800 miles from home, feeling a bit tired and not yet hungry, so I thought I'd hit the indoor pool.  So I took my swim trunks down from the bathroom rod, put them on the bed and started to get undressed.  When I was naked I headed back toward the bathroom and without looking walked right out of my second-floor room into the hall.  I turned and lunged for it just as it snapped shut.
 
 No one in the hall.
 
 It was now 4:40 in the afternoon on a Sunday, and I'm walking down the hall stark naked with not even my hair tied back.
 
 I pass the elevators and go for the stairs I had ascended just a half hour earlier.  The desk person is still there.  The lobby is really well-lit, still being broad daylight.  I move silently down the stairs, wondering if I want her to see me or not.  She moves to raise her head as if she's seen me out of her peripheral vision, then looks down again.  I still don't know if she's seen me or not.
 
 I walk up to the desk, right in front of her, and stutter something incoherent for a moment, then collect myself and say, “I need you to make me a new key.  She asks the room number and my name and starts to work.  She is stifling a giggle. I nervously tell her that I was getting ready to hit the pool when I made a wrong turn.  She takes the time as I back up slightly from the desk to explain in some detail that this is a new key and the lock has been reprogrammed so the old key won't work.  I say “thanks so much.  I was going to get a towel.  I guess I wasn't thinking very well and I ended up in the hall (I back up a couple of steps into the lobby and shrug) like this.  She hands me the key, I take it and thank her yet again.  “No problem, she says, stifling yet another giggle.
 
 I take the key and head back up the stairs and to my room.  As quickly as I can I don my trunks, grab a towel and head back down the stairs to the pool.  “What a difference a few seconds makes.  I spent about half an hour skinny-dipping in the pool (NOT a clothing-optional hotel or pool), then got “dressed and returned to my room to dress for dinner.  On my way out, I speak to her again.  “There are only like three cars here – am I the only guest?
 
 “No, she says, “there are quite a few but they're not back yet.  Just then a family of four enters through the outer door.
 
 “Speaking of which... I say, looking at them.  I grin sheepishly and say, “It's a good thing they didn't come back an hour ago.
 
 She giggles and I head out to dinner.  She smiles now when she sees me.
 
 
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