Although this story was triggered by a memory, I have filled in with details where memory failed.
The motel was mostly chosen because I was hungry and it was where I was. One of those motels
where you park right outside of your room door. A lady was just getting out of her car in the space next to mine. She had obviously just been shopping, and was carrying two large paper bags. She was tall and thin with a short boyish haircut. A runner perhaps? She wore a trim business suit like she had just come from the office or maybe a business meeting. Attractive but not gorgeous , but a good 9 out of 10. As I walked to my door right next to hers,I could see that she was having trouble holding her packages while unlocking her door, so I offered to hold her packages while she opened her door. I startled her as she had not noticed that I was next to her, but then she smiled at me and held the heavier of the two packages for me to take. Then she again tried to get her key to open the door. Just as the door opened, her remaining package tore and the contents fell to the sidewalk. Like a blast from the past, there was a brand new two quart combination bag and a plastic (fortunately) jar of Vaseline. We were both frozen in place with our eyes locked on the enema supplies and then our eyes met and I think we both blushed. There were no words that seemed to fit the occasion and we were both speechless until she picked up her purchases and we entered her room. There was nothing for her to do but put the enema kit on the table by the door and I put the bag I was holding on the table beside it. We both started laughing.