One would think. And don't call me Shirley.
I'll never forget checking in, getting my key, and finding several people standing outside my door.... with "Trixie" actually leaning on it. Turns out, I have Mr. Jim Robinson as my next door neighbor!
I will never forget that Saturday night after the dinner, when 3 almost-strangers and I found a cabbie to take us to Ft. Marcy Park at midnight. Of course, the park closes at dusk, and we weren't sure we had a way back home, but we found 'the spot', took pics and took rocks *lol*.... Which, coupled with the fact three of us were about to run & jump the guardrail, caused added suspicion from the unlucky cop who had to deal with 'mo' that night. (I can still see him scratching his head!!)