One of the Admirals from Starfleet visited.
All was not well, however. He stopped at a service station for a comfort break and couldn't restart his car. Having called the AA he sat an waited. After a while, in hope rather than desperation he retried the car and it started without incident.
His phone rang. It was the hotel. They had double-booked and were full - his confirmed registration was meaningless (note - The Whitehouse Hotel in Worcester doesn't understand the concept of "confirmed booking", nor it appears, customer service).
He continued up the last stretch of motorway, pulled off at the right junction then sailed right past the offices and down into the town. Phoning for directions we heard the tale of woe, straightened him out route-wise and waited...
He turned round and found his way back to the office... and all settled down.
Gorse Fox can only reflect that he is glad his day was less eventful
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