I'm at a conference this weekend until Wednesday. This morning, before 6am, I was going down to the parking garage to get some stuff I'd left in my car, and I got onto the elevator with three women leaving the floor where my room is. One was attractive and my age; one was attractive, younger, provocatively dressed, giggly and a little on the drunk side; the third was older and not someone I'd find attractive.
Myself and the youngest of the three reached the elevator at the same time, just as the doors were closing on the other two.
"Excuse me, sir," said the youngest. "Are you in room 535?"
"No."
"No," said the eldest at the same time as me.
The youngest snapped at her, "How do you know?"
"I know," said the oldest. "I know because my fingerprints are all over that door."
Okay, trying to fill in the gaps on that could take someone in all kinds of directions.
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