I’m traveling for work. As I laid out my toiletries, I saw that this was the kind of hotel where the maids nicely fold the end of the toilet paper and put a small sticker on the end so it won’t unspool and look messy.
In this case, on the sticker, it reads: GOOD LUCK.
?? 
Perhaps it’s for people who become constipated when traveling.
[raises hand, sheepishly]
What’s up with that? I get plenty of fiber and fluids when I’m on the road. But apparently my intestines think “Hmmm, we’re in a different area code, so how’s 'bout I just keep this digested food backed up a little longer…”
Well, good luck!
Maybe it means “good luck pulling the sticker off without tearing the whole roll apart.” 
Or it’s the really thin cheapo TP that breaks apart after every square, so good luck pulling enough off to make a decent handful.
As a matter of fact, when I pulled off the sticker, the plies separated, so it was unrolling incorrectly and I had to correct it.
I just found it funny. When I went downstairs to join my project team and head to the client, we all had one of those “Did you notice…?” “I know, right?!” chuckle moments.
The toilet is a fine place to have good luck. Elvis Presley was not so blessed in this department.
Now I’m picturing my toilet paper roll telling me “Good Luck” in the voice of the guy from Taken. Chilling.
I now have a desire to rig a friend’s toilet with a pressure sensor and a tape recorder.
Hotel advertising can be disconcerting. I stayed in a room that had an ad in the room-key folio that said, “The Lock On The Door Is Not There To Keep You In.”
They were trying to suggest that guests should get out of their rooms to enjoy the surrounding area, but that pitch creeped me out, because it made me start to think, “wait, then what *is *the lock there for? Who’s out there?” :eek: