I called downstairs to request a late check-out, and it was approved over the phone. A few minutes later, when I emerged from the shower, a hotel employee was rummaging through my belongings. She assumed I was going to leave immediately and had no idea that I had specifically requested a late check-out. Unfortunately, a series of unfortunate events led to me dropping my towel, revealing my rock-hard erection. It seems like I’ll have to request an even later check-out now.