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Input: My mom and brother are visiting me here and have a 2 bedroom hotel room.  My mom came early and hung out with my 2 kids for the day and checked into the hotel. Its 9:30pm-ish and my mom and kids are waiting for me and my brother to come up to the hotel room.

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So I go and pickup my brother from the airport.  We are both freaking exhausted.  We both had long days.  We get to the hotel elevator, both carrying luggage.  I push the button for the 10th floor and the elevator doesn't move.  I quickly realize you need a room key for the elevator to move.  I start texting my mom to come down, but she's not responding.  I'm pretty sure she's asleep as she has stopped responding to group text awhile back.  So we're both just standing in the elevator.  It's not moving.  

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All of a sudden two girls show up.  Obviously hotel guests.  I'm thinking "oh we're way lucky.  I'm just going to push the button for the 10th floor after they use their room key to push their room number".  This scenario has happened like dozens of times in my experience in hotel stays in the past.  

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Right as the girls start walking in, my brother jumps out of the elevator.   

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I'm shocked and say, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" to him.

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He says, "It's not right."

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I start trying to convince my brother to get back into the damn elevator.  He's refusing, saying "it's not right."  WTF.  I realize the girls are just standing there bewildered, so I start trying to explain the situation to them.  "Can we please use your room key to get to our room?  My mom...."

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"It's not right."  My brother interrupts.

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"Uhhhhh…..I'm not comfortable...."  Girl #1 says.  Both girls are staring at me like I'm crazy and about to murder them.  Sigh.  Frustrated and tired, I give up and get out of the elevator.

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Me and my brother start arguing and he's like, "We can just go to the front desk and get room keys."

  
"No, we can't.  The room is reserved under mom's name only.  Not ours.  And I'm pretty sure she fell asleep!  We could have just pressed the elevator button right after them without even saying anything!"

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"It's not right.  We cant do that.  It's not rig...."

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Just then, some guy shows up to use the elevator.  I quickly follow him into the elevator, leaving my brother mid sentence as we are arguing.  Surprisingly, my brother quickly follows me into the elevator as well.  I push the 10th floor right after the guy uses his room key.

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We get to the hotel room and of course my mom was asleep!  My son answered the door.

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asking someone to allow me to use hotel elevator without key access