A Stranger in My Room...

     So my weekend is being shaken up by a work conference we have bi-yearly (I think that's the correct term) down in Florida.  After having been delayed a couple hours in LSE, my coworker and I get to MSP and chill for a few hours before taking the 7PM flight to Tampa and arrive around 11.  Got to the hotel and checked in, took my keycard to my room, opened the door only to find it had been locked with the extra bolt.  I wasn't expecting that, since that particular bolt has to be tripped from INSIDE the room.  I thought perhaps I needed to wait an extra second for the door to read my card, in case it released that lock.  I tried two more times until someone tugged the door open!
     Standing before me was a man, maybe in his late 40s, who had obviously been woken by my attempts to enter MY room, staring half-shaken and half-dazed at me. I promptly apologized, thinking I may have actually had the wrong room and went back to the lobby and explained what happened.
Turns out the man I had scared half to death had a similar last name, and when reservations were being made he had accidentally gotten mine and my room.  The manager at the time apologized to me and him profusely as they reset his keycard and got me a new room.  He even offered to buy me dinner one night, which I felt was unnecessary, but it was a nice gesture.  I write this now as not being so funny, but it will probably mature overnight into a comical story that I'll mention to a few coworkers.  But you get to enjoy it now.  I wonder how the rest of this trip will go...
     Side note: Had some time on my second flight to write a good page and a half in my book.  I figure I have til the end of the weekend to get that next chapter done.  Wish me luck and goodnight.


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