Here I am, in a hotel in Cedar Rapids, and my timing is immaculate :o)
The knock comes on the door, I mumble "just a minute", as I move the iron to a safe place.
I open the door to receive my shrimp cocktail, fried calamari, and cool amber beverages; with a slight flush on my cheeks, because you see, I am ironing my shirts for the next three days.
Using the iron is nothing new to me, I have used it many times on my travels and in my previous life, but having room service come-a-calling while it was in use is a new one on me :o)
Miss Ginger, I make this entry for you; Hugs.....