It's 7:30AM EST.

I just got out of the shower, and was prepping for my day -- folding / packing clothes, brushing teeth, and chatting on aim before getting dressed.

I'm naked.

The maid walks in -- no knocking, nothing -- and stares at me.

I stand up.

"Hey there. Can I fucking help you with something?"

The only part of me thats covered is my hair, wrapped in a towel. I say this with a mouthful of toothpaste.

It's 7:30AM. No knock. Do not disturb sign on door. 11AM is when checkout occurs.

"OH, I'M SORRY, THEY SAID YOU WEREN'T HERE!"

"Well, clearly I *am* here -- could you leave?"

I advance towards the bathroom to spit out the mouthful of toothpaste, and she runs away. I remain unphased.

These are the adventures of a traveling engineer, I suppose. Too bad I am merely a 20-something woman with a mouthful of toothpaste, and not a 50-something man with a fistful of penis. That would have made an even cooler story, methinks.