(I used to work in a hotel. We were never allowed to give out guest’s room numbers without checking with the guest first. One of our agents allowed a guests’ friends to get the room number and a key because they wanted to surprise them. Needless to say, the guests were livid to get to their room and have their friends there without their permission. They ended up getting their room comped and we all got read the riot act by our manager. Fast forward to present. A commercial comes on the TV. It’s a wife calling a husband from her business trip and says how much she misses him and the dog. The song “I’m Gonna Be (Five Hundred Miles)” comes on and we see the husband loading the car for a road trip with the dog. The wife comes to her room, puts in her key card, and opens the door. The dog comes running up to her and the husband is in the room.)

Me: “Wow, somebody’s going to get in trouble for letting him in the room.”

Husband: “Really? That’s what you got from that?”

Me: “Well, what did you get out of it?”

Husband: “How did he manage to sneak the dog in the room?”

(We’ve been married for thirty years and the romantic gesture of the moment escaped both of us!)