I have to tell this story about my trip to Mexico. . .

We had possibly the worst flight times ever. Our flight back to Canada was scheduled for 3:50 in the morning. Our ride to the airport was listed to pick us up at 1:00 in the morning. This is a full half day after the check-out time for the hotel, which is pegged at 12:00 (noon).

Obviously we were unenthusiastic about being 'homeless' for half a day. So we inquired about whether it would be possible to keep a room for a few hours, so we could shower, change, and basically have a home base as we finished our last few hours in the tropical paradise that is Puerto Vallarta. Our multiple inquiries, with multiple suggestions were all met with the response they were 'too busy' and couldn't spare a room. The one concession we got was that we could have a 'hospitality room' at the end of the day to clean up, and get ready to wait out the evening. Reluctantly we leave our rooms at noon. I abandoned the home I'd had in good ol' room 6103.

So the afternoon ends and we're sweaty, hot, and probably a little smelly, from being by the pool, swimming, drinking, and enjoying our last few hours. We inquire about this hospitality room we'd been promised. Our request is met with blank stares. Finally we got across the point that they'd PROMISED us facilities to get cleaned up in, so we wouldn't have to travel looking and feeling like homeless people. After more confusion we manage to get a key to a room so we could shower, change, and so on.

The key they give us is to room 6103. It had been empty all along.