Hairgel?

The vacuum lurched and made a similar sound to one my blender makes when I accidentally leave my spoon in it. I released a very audible sigh of frusteration. Working at the Holiday Inn has its advantages, but also its disadvantages- and right now my mind was contemplating the latter. I got down on one knee and picked up the tan, kool-aid stained bedskirt, looking for the spot where my vacuum was having issues and giving me attitude. A clear small bottle lay mysteriously under the bed. Reaching for it, I picked it up- the bottle rolling into the middle of my palm. Oh, hair gel, nice, I thought. I love finding fun things at work- that is definately one of the advantages I try reminding myself on the long hard days at work. Taking a couple steps back to my loyal cart awaiting me in the hall, I tossed the bottle on top in the unknown somewhere, and continued to efficiently finish the room.

A couple minutes later I heard my name. My head snapped up from cleaning a pee-stained toliet (which if I had to make a guess, had definately been used by a man) to see the beachy blonde bouncing pony-tail of my partner Susan. "Yeah Sue?' I called from my bathroom, unwilling to waste time to walk over to see what she needed. "Why do you have this?" she held up something for me to see. Giving in, I walked over to my cart, grabbing a bottle of pink cleaner off of it, and glancing at what my partner was holding up for me to see. It was my bottle from under the bed.
"Oh, I found it under the bed in here. I was going to keep in in case I needed it." She looked at me blankly. I was confused by her reaction, so I thought I'd try again. "Well, I know it's small, but I figured that's what makes it nice. you know for traveling. you never know when you might need it." I smiled at her, then noticed she looked confused. Why do her eyes look confused? I thought to myself.
"Do you know what this is?" she asked me, her eyebrows raised.
"Ummm..." my shoulders shrugged with my words, "Hairgel?"
At that she burst out laughing. "Nicole!" she giggled. "This is not hairgel! Though I would've loved to see you put it in your hair! This is lube!"
"Lube?" What is "lube"? I thought.
Susan read my expression. "Yes, lubricant. Do I need to give you a sex talk?"
ohhh....

Warning to all who ever find little bottles of hair gel in their hotel room- beware- it may not acutally be hair gel.