There seems to be some rule in my universe that the only time I see maids in hotels is when I am, like, making out with someone. At a hotel with my parents? Stealth maids. Sitting around behaving myself? Stealth maids. But god dammit the minute anyone starts rolling around being inappropriate, BAM, MAID SERVICE.

I don't think it's the maids at fault, I think it's the universe telling me to quit that.