The same little gal who checked me in last week checked me in tonight.
While I was unloading my luggage, she came up and inspected the room.
Still, I was surprised when I walked in to find it was a suite with
king sized bed, mini-fridge, and a microwave! And she comped it to me
at the regular room rate.
The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck
Monday, August 01, 2005
Hotel Room sans Sex Debris
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