Flash Fiction #2 - Oops I Did It Again

I put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, shut it, locked it, and turned around to find that I had locked myself on the wrong side of the door. No. This is not happening to me. Not again. I looked frantically down the hall at the elevator, but my boyfriend was well on his way down to the lobby by now. I tried to turn the knob every which way but - duh - it was locked. I kicked it - which resulted only in breaking a toenail. I even tried shouldering the door like they do in the tough guy movies. No luck.

So there I stood.
On the wrong side of the door.
In the hallway of the hotel.
In my underwear.

I ran down the hall to the house phone and called the lobby. The men at the desk called the floor, and tracked down which table he was playing. They always keep an eye on the high rollers. It's never been a problem finding him.

"What. Don't tell me you locked yourself out again?"

"Yes, I did. I know, I know! Hurry! I'm in my underwear here!"

"Fine, I'm on my way. You are so lucky to have me."

"I know I am, dear."

I snuck into the hallway bathroom. I splashed my face and fixed my hair. At least I looked presentable. And then I sat down on the counter and waited for my husband to come up and let me back in our room.