Embassy Suites is having a contest to come up with clever new doorhangers for its rooms–creative ways to say “Go away, don’t bother me.” I found some of the samples obscure: “I’m resting up for the manager’s reception” doesn’t, to my mind, meet the criteria of being “clever, outrageous and intriguing.”  “Unless you have an omelet, do not even think about knocking” is a little clearer, but not roll-on-the-floor-laughing material. They do seem to need help, which is why we discuss the contest in the upcoming Sept. 18 edition of eFlyer. It also reminds me of a story of my own. I was on a junket to the deluxe and private Hotel Hana Maui at the end of the Hana Highway in Maui. We arrived in a small plane from Honolulu just before dinnertime and had little time to get acclimated before we were due to meet up in the restaurant. I was pointed to my room, which was actually a beautiful suite, with tiled floors and surrounded by greenery. There were all sorts of arrival gifts scattered around the room–flowers on the dresser, a fruit basket on the coffee table, wine on a side table.  I quickly unpacked my suitcase, which had been delivered to my room before my arrival, grabbed a dress and some sandals, ran a brush through my hair and stuck one of the flowers behind my ear. The neckline was a bit bare, but I figured we’d probably get “lei’d”–as we had been, frequently, in Honolulu and on previous visits. Just in case we didn’t, however, I grabbed a pretty necklace of brown-and-white seashells dangling from a knob, thinking it would remind me to show my appreciation for all the gifts. I met up with the other journalists in the lobby of the hotel and headed on into the restaurant–no leis in sight–but was greeted with broad smiles by the hostess who showed us to our seat, and by the waiter who took the drinks order. Finally we were joined by the PR person and the hotel manager. One of them said, “I hope all you found your rooms to your liking and enjoy your gifts.” I felt they were looking rather pointedly at me, and I thought that I somehow had helped myself to something that wasn’t mine, but the moment passed. Afterward, I managed to gain the PR person’s ear and said, Did I do something untoward? She smiled and told me–you probably guessed–that I was wearing the hotel’s “do not disturb” sign around my neck. –Mary Hunt, editor, eFlyer