I get to my hotel at half ten, and five minutes after checking in am in bed, because that's how I ROLL BEYATCHES &c, when there's a knock on the door, by someone introducing himself as being 'from reception'.
Cue five minutes blundering round in the dark trying to find a) my trousers and b) a lightswitch, during which I can hear the reception person sighing heavily. Finally I find both, and get the door open.
RECEPTION MAN: Hello, yes, I wanted to make sure your phone was working, as the reception desk was trying to call you.
I try the phone. I does work.
ME: Well yes, it's fine. Why were they trying to call me?
RECEPTION MAN: Sir, you will have to call the reception desk to find out.
He goes away. I call the reception desk.
RECEPTION DESK: Hello, I wanted to make sure you were in the right room. Are you in the right room?
Quite a long pause.
ME: I'll be honest, I have no idea.
RECEPTION DESK: What room are you in?
ME: I am in the room you told me to go to.
RECEPTION DESK: Hmm.
ME: ... which is presumably the room you're phoning now. Isn't it? I'm quite tired, I don't really know what's going on.
Another quite long pause. Very very slowly, I put the phone down. When I check out the next morning, I am fairly sure they give me a funny look. I still have no idea what was going on, and to be honest, am not entirely convinced the hotel in question fully deserves its four stars.