When we woke up the next morning someone was knocking on our door.

       "Who's there?" I yelled in a groggy morning voice.

       "Cleaning lady," said a man's voice. I hopped over to the door, wearing the same clothes of two days ago. I looked out the peephole. Some guy with cleaning stuff. He had a cardboard box with him. It had someone else's bedsheets in it.

       I opened the door.

       "Hi," I said to the "cleaning lady."

       "Need your room straightened up?"

       "Oh, no thanks." Ben turned over, still sleeping.

       "In with the boyfriend?" asked the "cleaning lady," gesturing at Ben.

       ""No! That's my twin brother!" I looked at the box he was holding.

       "Hey," I said to the guy, "Do you have any more of those boxes?"

       "Sure. In the basement."

       "Would you do me a favor and get a few big ones for me?" I asked politely.

       "No," he said, staring at me. "I'm a cleaning lady, not an errand girl."

       "I'll give ya five bucks!" I bribed him.

       "O.K.! Be back in a minute!"

[Notes on this: 1. I don't think I've ever had my hotel door knocked on by a cleaning lady early in the morning (or a cleaning man claiming to be a cleaning lady, either). Don't they normally wait 'til after checkout time? I don't think they'd ask you if you need your room straightened up while you're still in there, either. 2. If the first sentence says "When we woke up," then why is it that a few sentences down Ben is still sleeping? That's not "we." 3. The cleaning guy is really rude, too. Why would he ask if she was in with her boyfriend? 4. I find this kind of funny because of the cleaning "lady's" lines, but think I might have heard or read another scene like this where a guy identified himself as a lady in the same way. I probably stole it or something.]