Why I Am Paranoid: Pt. 1

"The people who run the motel said that the office wouldn't be open for us to check in. We're getting in too late," she said while driving through the Catskills in the waning dusklight.

"I see. How will we be getting into our rooms then?"

"Well," she began. "They said they were going to leave Room 6 unlocked with the keys to our room, Room 7, on the dresser top and we'd just sign the paperwork in the morning."

"Uh huh."

There was a silence. A pregnant pause.

"So," I asked, breaking the quiet. "Just to clarify, we are to check into a roadside motel in the Catskills that neither of us have seen in person in the middle of the night with no guard or office clerk on duty."

"That's right!"

"How does this plan not bother you?"