Mr. Jetplane referenced his most embarrassing moment in his previous post. Well, it is truly so funny, it needed its own dedicated post.

So when I met Mr. Jetplane he was a manager of a credit union in Indy. During our courtship, he was promoted and took on another credit union in Pittsburgh. He would spend a week there once a month. He spent each visit at a hotel in downtown Pittsburgh and enjoyed the city very much.

Throughout this time in our relationship Mr. Jetplane began to sleep walk from time to time (he doesn't really do it anymore). And low and behold, one night (or very early morning) Mr. Jetplane woke up to the sound of a heavy door closing shut, he turned around to realize that he was outside of his hotel room and didn't have a key. But you see the funniest part of this story is, Mr. Jetplane sleeps naked. So he's naked, standing outside of his hotel room, in the hallway, and has no way to get into his room. He thinks for a second, and realizes that he's going to have to go to the front desk to get a room key....naked. Then he realizes that he's going to have to go down the elevator to get to the front desk... naked.

So he proceeds to the elevator, praying that no one is on this elevator. The doors open and its completely empty. He proceeds to ride the elevator down to the the main lobby and the doors open to an empty 1st floor. He then proceeds to walk the hallway to the lobby, remembering that there was a housekeeping room around the corner. He prayed that the door was unlocked. He got there, turned the handle, and it was unlocked. He grabbed a towel, put it on, and ran to the first desk to get his key.

The front desk attendant about jumped out of their skin, he had scared them but he gave him a new room key and Mr. Jetplane proceeded back to his room. And this time - double locked the door.

I keep reminding him, that the hotel had to have cameras and I would die if he appears on some TV show someday.

He called me at work the following day, and I laughed so hard that I couldn't stop for nearly an hour. Its totally ridiculous.

Love u Mr. Jetplane.