I was in London last night and got to my hotel very late, principally because I couldn't find it. (It was dark).
When I finally made it through the front door (which itself was difficult to locate), I was greeted by the sight of a manically smiling male receptionist.
"Ah, Mr White!" he enthused, like a beaming Bond villain.
"Er, yes, hello," I replied in a startled manner. "How did you know it was me?"
"You're the last one!"
Fair play to the boy. It was good of him to wait up.
