Time Out in Torrential Toronto

My best friend since grade 2, Lynn, and I decided to hit that rain-soaked lonesome highway, head west, and howl at the moon in the Big Smoke. Sort of a spring break for old dolls.
One night there and we were exhausted.
On our way out of the hotel for dinner, after commenting that there is comfort in being old and invisible, Lynn yells over her shoulder to the front desk clerk, 'If we bring a couple of guys back, do we have to sign them in?' Then she laughed. Then she snorted. So much for invisible.