Or getting to the hotel late and walking into your room, using the bathroom, slipping off your shoes, slipping the tie off and then you suddenly notice a suitcase and some odds and end personal effects just as you turn on the room light to investigate. It's all good until the lady next to her sleeping husband lifts her head and starts screaming as you come out of the shadows taking your uniform off. I swear to God I thought I was going to get killed by her husband who looked like a bodybuilder. I'm throwing crap out in the hall as fast as I can trying to explain the mix-up with my pants down around my knees. I left my socks in the room but it just didn't seem worth banging on the door to ask for them back.
Suffice to say the desk clerk heard a few choice words from me. I got a nice suite out of the deal but since that day, every time I walk into a hotel room, I do a little recon so as not to surprised by the room snatchers.