From an article in today’s New York Times, The Romance of Business Travel and Other Myths:
Bobbie Wyatt’s husband packed the bags and checked out of their Manhattan hotel before she did, leaving her with only her top. “I had nothing to wear from the waist down,” said Ms. Wyatt, a public relations professional from Greenville, S.C. There were no housekeepers in the hallway to lend her a uniform, and she was too embarrassed to call the concierge and say she had no pants.
“As I sank down on the bed, my arm brushed against the fabric of an airline blanket,” she said. A light bulb went off. With the sewing kit from the bathroom, she rigged up a wrap skirt and headed outside for the nearest clothing store. “I glanced up to see a half-naked cowboy playing a guitar,” she recalled. “I just relaxed, realizing I fit right in.” To reward herself for her ingenuity, Ms. Wyatt emerged from the shop with three outfits.