The Motel.

Night shifts.

Okay, I did a 4pm 'till midnight shift at the plant, so I needed a motel to lay me down to sleep. The company (finally) arranged accomodation for me at about 4pm too.

About 7pm, I thought, hmm, maybe nobody will be awake to let me into the motel. So, call up the motel, and the nice man arranges to put my keys in the box outside the door. Well, okay, that sounds reasonable.

So I turn up at 12:30am. Looks like the right motel. The name's right. The location's right. There's a box there, but it's empty.

1am, still looking for anything resembling a box. I'm just about to give up. I fold back the back seat in the car and lie down. Then an idea comes to me. I use my mobile to call the number on the billboard on the front.

Eventually, a nice old man comes out in a dressing gown comes out apologetically and hands me my keys.

Something tells me I should have been a bit more annoyed than I was, but for some reason I was in a very happy mood that night.

1:30 am, I go to sleep.