Checkin' Out, by Doug Bartlett

The rays of sunlight streamed gently into the room, waking him up. He realized he was staying in a hotel, and after looking at the clock on the wall, thought he better call the front desk to find out when check-out time was. “Hello, this is Jimmy in room 1975. I was just calling to find out when I need to check out of my room.” “Mr. Hoffa,” the desk clerk responded, “ We’ve had this conversation before and the policy hasn’t changed. You can check-out any time you like…but you can never leave.”