The morning I made my ome from Kobe, the lady who had been cleaning my hotel room arrived a bit early. She said that she had wanted to make sure everything was inorder after the hotel patrons in the adjoining rooms had complained about the large amounts of screaming, banging and other noises that had previously come from my room.
Of course, after she found out who I was (I have to travel under an assumed name due to both my popularity and the jealous husbands), she was ever so kind as to ablige me some of her time, especially seeing as how she was running ahead of schedule for the day.
I almost missed my flight.