"Where are we going?" he asked.
I steered him down the hall to room 119, inserted my key and the door opened. It was then that we realized we had left our first floor room which was practically around the corner from the continental breakfast area and taken the elevator. Obviously, the couple we had encountered on the second floor had pressed the elevator button for it to come up to them, and we two "traveling drunks" thought we had come down from the 3rd floor instead of up from the second. That couple probably were fully aware that the elevator had just come up from the first floor and thought we were a couple of looney toons riding the elevator up and down for the sheer thrill of it all! We had a good laugh and realized that either Alzheimers was setting in, or we had been on the road WAY too long!