A Knock on the Door

(Some of you read this on Facebook, but the blog is where stories like this live on into posterity)

Friday night, we had gotten in around dinnertime to a hotel in Oklahoma City, "The Economy Inn".  It wasn't great, but it seemed alright.  After the kids were asleep, Maggie on the 2nd bed, and Ben in the pack n' play, Rachel and I sat in the bathroom on our laptops for an hour before hitting the sack ourselves.

Hours later, I hear a knock.  Really, a knock at our door (it was motel-style, door opening onto the parking lot)?  Another knock.  I stumble out of bed, and open the door a bit, squinting at the light.  "Hello?"

A lady is standing there, roughly my age, with a turtleneck sweater, some jewelry, and I think some slacks.

"I'm Jenna.  You called me."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did." (in an annoyed sort of voice)  She then begins to check a text on her phone, or something.  "And why are you whispering?" she says in a rather loud voice.

"Because my kids are asleep," I whisper back.

Something dawns on her face, and she walks away.  I stumble back to bed, and check my phone.  It's 4:51 a.m.

Later on, it struck me as odd that she didn't seem to think that being greeted by a disoriented man with no shirt who didn't recognize her was weird.  She did, however, think that me whispering at 4:51 a.m. was weird.

Who was this woman?  All Rachel and I could come up with was escort/prostitute/CSW.  But she didn't really look like you'd expect.  Maybe some don't.  Or a drug dealer.  I asked the question on facebook and got the suggestions of "Amway" and "Sleepwalker".  Aunt Linda asked the humorous question of what would have happened if Rachel had opened the door.  The less humorous part of that would be my absolute lameness of laying in bed while I let my wife answer the motel door knocks in the middle of the night.

Thankfully, Maggie went right back to sleep, and Ben never woke up.  Good thing I whispered.  Things could have gone much different on multiple fronts if I hadn't.  Apparently.