One night, you were walking into a crummy but cheap motel in New York to get a room for a day or more. Place smelt like cigarettes, piss, cum and god knows what, and the desk clerk you walked up to was sitting at the desk eating some wings. He saw you approaching so he leaned up abit, wiped his mouth and hands with a napkin, balled it up and out it in a small trash bin and cleared his throat.

"How may I help you?"