Because you DID ask
As a predecessor to Hump Day Truth or Dare I thought I would honor a recent request to share some of my 'Housekeeper for Holiday Inn' stories. But because I'm a sadist, I'm going to try to string this along a bit... Here's the first in what I hope will become a series of `Job' stories....

"Housekeeping!"

That's what we were required to yell through the door after knocking. I always knocked twice just to make sure I had been heard. I was 15, this was my first job and I was painfully shy. Having to shout at someone even through a closed door was extremely difficult, but it WAS getting easier with time.

Luckily, most 'occupied' rooms had `Do Not Disturb' signs on the door, so I rarely had a run in with any customers. Nevertheless, on occasion, after the obligatory knock and yell I would hear "Not NOW," or an untellable "MUMMBLE, Mumble, mumbly mumble!" Occasionally someone wouldn't bother to SAY anything and all. I would simply hear the lock being turned or the chain being latched. If there was EVER any question of the room being occupied, I moved on. But, one day, (and I know you can see this coming) after knocking and shouting TWICE and hearing nothing in return, I opened the door to a surprise.

Now, maybe it's just me, but if I'm butt naked, laying in bed, and someone opens the door to my room, I am NOT going to LEAP from bed and run toward said opening door. No, I would be more likely to pull the covers up to my nose and simply shout something in the hopes that the door opening person would GO AWAY. Apparently, not all people have this same instinct, because as I opened the door WIDE a naked male figure sprung from the bed and launched itself toward the door! And what do _I_ do in my infinite 15 year old wisdom? I shriek "HOUSEKEEPING!"