Naked Man Walking

Baby Butterball had an action packed day this week. It was Monday afternoon, about 12:30 pm. Checkout time had come and gone and we were all wondering when room 212 would checkout. The lobby was full of people from the meeting room coming back with lunch and the staff was all at the front desk. All of a sudden, the radio was full of Spanish chatter. Before we could determine what was being said, the front desk agent looked completely spooked and was motioning to us for some help. As we took a glance out into the lobby a naked man about 70 years old was walking by on his way into the meeting room. He paused in the meeting room as a group of 20 stared in disbelief and then he came back out to the lobby. Normally I would immediately take care of the situation, but Baby Butterball's safety is my first concern now and I sent the men out to take him back to his room while I hunkered down behind the front desk and dialed the police for backup. The drunk, disoriented and possibly drugged man ended up being shuttled to the hospital in his boxer shorts. His room was cleared out and now we're just waiting for his return for his belongings.
On the same day another threat emerged, Hurricane Gustav. Will it be coming to South Florida? It's still too early to tell but this one looks like a big one wherever it lands. Hopefully, we won't get a negative turn of events in the next couple of days from naked man or the hurricane.
On a baby's note, I felt my first joint that night. He was kicking up a storm after dinner and when I pressed my belly I felt a small little joint, either a knee or an elbow. As I pushed on it he moved it around and then shifted his weight somewhere else. Now I'm addicted to trying to pinch him. Does that constitute abuse?