Hotel maids are notorious for waking up at ridiculously early hours to start working. They also are confronted with unwanted flesh at surprising intervals and in surprising situations. There's the man who refuses to make a peep while sitting on the toilet until spotted. There's the man who opens the front door with swinging genitalia lacking a single synaptic connection to the idea of covering up. There's the guest's drunken friend who rests peacefully face to the ground, ass in the air, burrowed behind the curtains. I'm not being sexist. Ninety-seven out of 100 encounters, the naked being will be male. But I digress.