We checked in, and my 5-year-old son went to the bathroom. He giggled loudly and returned with a bright red bra in his hand. “Mom, look what I found!” I snatched it from him and rushed into the bathroom. I couldn’t believe it when I saw a man’s jacket there. To my horror, a voice coughed from inside the shower: “Uh… housekeeping?” I screamed, grabbed my son, and ran out of the room. Turns out, the hotel double-booked our room, and we had just walked in on another guest! The front desk profusely apologized, upgrading us to a suite.
