Yank was still fiddling with the CPU he was working on when he entered the hotel. He didn't notice the change in surroundings and sat down on the floor and worked on the CPU for almost three hours. Eventually, Yente approached him.
     "Excuse me," she said, "Welcome to the Match Hotel, a place to find true love."
     "Sam, could you get me a smaller screw driver?" Yank asked. 
     Yente frowned. "Mr. Yankowski, I'm going to need to take down some information about you. To help me match you up with your true love."
     Yank looked up at her and pushed his glasses up. He stared blankly for so long that Yente started to repeat the question, but louder. But, before she could finish, Yank asked, "What information do you need?"
     "First, your name," Yente said.
     "Joseph Yankowski." He went back to working on the CPU, even though he didn't have the screwdriver he needed.
     "I'll also need your sexual preference," Yente said. "Are you interested in men or women?"
     "I like women very much," Yank told her, without looking up from his work.
     "And, finally, I need your age," Yente said.
     Yank couldn't remember how old he was without looking at his driver's license, but eh didn't feel like going to the trouble of doing that, so he just kept working on the CPU. 
     Yente sighed and gave up. She dropped a room key in Yank's lap and walked away. Yank continued working on the CPU until he'd made satisfactory progress. He stood up and the room key fell from his lap to the floor. He began carrying the CPU down the hall. As he walked, he started feeling his pockets for his room key.