Roxanne

I've been wondering why on earth there are clip-clopping high heel sounds above my room at the hotel at odd hours of the night. This evening, I get in the lift with a very cheerful man in business attire. My gaze wanders from him to the sign describing each floor. 1st & 2nd: wedding restaurant. 3rd: stock market company. 4th & 5th: hotel floors. 6th: massage parlour. 7th: sunset cafe.

I see the 6th floor button lit up, look back to the grinning man, remember the night-time clip-clops...and totally crack up in his face. Heh.