Rainy Night

It was a rainy night on a Tuesday summer's day. A young woman finally arrived at the Mercure Avignon hotel in the south of France. She was drenched from head to toe, and once she arrived at the reception an elegant French woman observed her up and down.

"Good Evening Mamselle, I apologize for watering your reception area. My flight was delayed, and there were no more cabbies, so I had to walk all the way from the airport to make it here on time. My reservation is for Rain Waters."

The receptionist handed Rain a towel, and started to look for her reservation, then proceeded to write on a piece of parchment paper, and handed Rain the parchment and the key. "Mamselle Waters, please sign here. The elevators are on the left hand side. Your room is number 347. If you need anything please dial 0 for reception, and one for room service."

"Thank You Mamselle." Rain hurridley ran into the elevator, there she pumped into a young male elevator attendant. "Which floor mamselle?" "Three please," Rain said embarrassed. Once she approached her designated floor she ran to find her room immediately.