Convention

I drove from the Washington, DC area to Nashville to a convention. A party was to begin in a hotel suite at the top of the hotel at 8pm. I changed and went upstairs at 8 and a guy in a tee shirt answered the door and clearly I was early. As we were speaking, his wife came in, fresh from the shower, drying her hair with a towel and not wearing a stitch. She was probably 30, red headed with a dark bush. She cowered and covered up and I left.

I had forgotten about the one hour change in time zones and had arrived an hour early. I would do it again.