Anything Else?

When the hotel room door opened, the young woman gave a short curtesy.

“Hello, can I help?”

The older woman paused for a fraction longer than she needed to, and stepped back from the door.

“Yes, I was wondering where the extra towels I asked for?”

She indicated towards the open bathroom, where some towels were neatly stacked on the sink.

The maid walked over and bending at the waist, opened the drawer beneath the sink and pulled out some more towels. She then turned around again, and smiled.

“Anything else?”

“Uh… No, thanks.”

Both of them regretted that answer.