So I am crammed in the airplane tighter than tuna in a can. Then I get a rental car- of course it's a Hyundai, or a Kia some kind of car that isn't spelled normal- just a bunch of letters that mean cheap in Chinese or Korean. I check into the hotel - with like 4 feet of snow in the parking lot and proceed to ruin my new shoes. Then I get my room and I kid you not there is NO WINDOW. I think how is this not a fire hazzard? The window is like a porthole in a submarine. I could never jump out of it if I needed to. Yes, these are the things I think about right before bed, very relaxing.
I wake up this morning and when I am trying to pat down my weave and put on my face, I find the light in the bathroom is burned out. Now, a normal person would call the hotel but I had no time, I was already late and standing there dripping on the tile-ish floor. So, I hope my wig is on straight.
From now on I wish they'd just UPS my ass from place to place. It would save a lot of time and inconvenience. Of course, they'd probably insist I go ground...
Momma B, at least they give you wheels. I'm on the road in Florida and honey, I am beholden to my co-workers to fetch me back and forth from the hotel. At the end of the day, I'm lucky if they slow the car down long enough for me to jump out in front of my hotel. And that is without dinner and with no restaurant for dinner within sight! Thank goodness I packed an extra zip-lock bag so I could steal a roll from the lunch table or I'd be in real trouble.
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