Rodriguez has a known fondness for gadgets.

From today’s New York Daily News, about Michelle Rodriguez’s weekend at the Mayfair Hotel and Spa in Coconut Grove, Florida:

Fellow guests at the recherché retreat say they were awakened at 9 a.m. Sunday to loud banging and the dulcet tones of Rodriguez, screaming at her roommate.

“I woke up Sunday morning to the sounds of two women yelling, and one of them was smashing the door knocker very loudly,” one exhausted guest tells us. “I peeked out and saw it was [Rodriguez]. She’s screaming, ‘Open up, let me in, b——!'”

The loud knocking continued for another five minutes, says the source, until the “Girlfight” star hollered, “If you don’t open up, you’re not getting your [pleasure toy] back.” The door creaked open.

The actress did not respond to requests for comment.

We’ve already established that I’m afraid of Michelle Rodriguez, so it’s probably best for me to slowly back out of the room right now without saying anything else. But this story is so magnificent that I just can’t help myself. Take her name out of the equation, replace it with anything that pops into your head (me, I’d go with Shirley Jones or Florence Henderson), and tell me it isn’t still comedy gold.

Of course, the fact that Rodriguez has a history of getting into headline-grabbing fights with women (see the third to last paragraph of the Daily News article), not to mention her (rumored) lascivious behavior in the company of mortified heterosexuals, might add a little something to it. That’s for you to decide. Personally, I want to believe this really happened. If it did, I will pay to see every one of Michelle Rodriguez’s theatrically released movies for the rest of my life. She’ll have earned it.