I've spent way too much of my life wondering why the person in the hotel room above mine must walk so bloody much, with so much urgency. In even the finest suite, there are only a couple of step-worthy attractions.
The sum of my strolling in a hotel room: walk to bathroom, walk to bed, sleep, walk to bathroom, walk to tv, sit at computer, walk to tv, walk to door. I've paced it out. It's 34 steps.
Makes me wonder if someone didn't slip a note into my reservation record: "prefers to be under gym."