Knock first.
In my hotel, last thursday, i was reclining on the bed watching TV, and nodded off. It was about ten, I usually go to work around eleven. I had a little time to snooze.
I had told the concierge that my desk chair was broken early that morning (When getting breakfast).
So about ten thirty I was woken to the sound of Abjit wheeling a new chair into my room.
Me: “um, hello?”
Abjit: “Oh, I am SO sorry!” taking the chair and splitting.
See, I was naked as a jaybird, laying on the top of the bed, having just recently showered.
I imagine he’s cleaning his eyeballs with 40 grit and a D/A sander even still.
Knock, people. Really.
