Right room, wrong hotel.

A pre-rally night isn't too exciting...unless you're into maps. The night before a rally usually entales some last minute checks or repairs to bike and equipment, a good meal and sufficient hydration and then a fitful couple of hours as you try to get to bed early. It usually doesn't involve a visit from an attractive woman.

Ten minutes ago there was a knock on my door. I answer to see an attractive women holding a bottle of wine with a surprised, startled look on her face. I obviously wasn't who she was excepting.

"Oh, I'm sorry", the woman says.

"That's alright. Wrong room?"

She glances at the number on my door and without missing a beat says "Right room, wrong hotel". And off she went.