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Title pretty much says it all. Got your brain bleach? No? Go get it. I won't finish my story until you get it.
I was setting up a few things early for breakfast. I'm facing another direction setting out plastic silverware. I turn around and there's a guy trying to get into the kitchen. I ignore his ahem condition for the time being and sternly tell him to get the hell out of the employee area. I was polite at first, but he kept ignoring me so my words got more forceful.
Once I secure the kitchen, I send him up to his room. He seemingly obeys. I go to check that he went to his room, but there he was in the elevator in his ahem condtion. I got quite the eyeful! Figuring this won't solve itself any time soon, I call the cops. I tell them I had a naked dude in my lobby and instead of going to his room was loitering in the elevator!
I was setting up a few things early for breakfast. I'm facing another direction setting out plastic silverware. I turn around and there's a guy trying to get into the kitchen. I ignore his ahem condition for the time being and sternly tell him to get the hell out of the employee area. I was polite at first, but he kept ignoring me so my words got more forceful.
Once I secure the kitchen, I send him up to his room. He seemingly obeys. I go to check that he went to his room, but there he was in the elevator in his ahem condtion. I got quite the eyeful! Figuring this won't solve itself any time soon, I call the cops. I tell them I had a naked dude in my lobby and instead of going to his room was loitering in the elevator!
At least my guests have always had the decency to put on a towel, even though it did little good when they're on the second floor balcony and you're looking up at them from the first. 
That's just completely wrong.
Was he drunk? (Not that that excuses things, but ... somehow it's even worse if he wasn't ...)
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