I came in very late and he had to close out Friday and open Saturday on his computer. So I slept in a lobby chair as he made this transition, requiring a quarter hour. Maybe longer because I slept through it. Then, we had to discuss the effects of my check in on Saturday of a two day stay starting Friday. I gently reminded him that Priceline Name Your Own Price rooms are guaranteed reservations with late check in guaranteed. Even ludicrously late is a late check in, right? So he proceeded to record my information however and the Internet crashed. So here we waited for the Internet to rise. I don't think I lost my cool. Partly, I had noticed he wasn't the type that would benefit from expressions of discomfort and outrage. Few are. I am one that can benefit from expressions of discomfort and outrage occasionally, such as soon after meditation and psychotherapy or mind blowing, ego reducing sex.
Finally, I got my keys to a room on the second floor balcony on the dark side of the hotel, where a wind filled the interior with cold air as soon as I opened the door. Stiff, efficient wind. The clock read 4:00 AM.
Inside few of the lights worked and it took a while for the wall heater to warm the air so I could undress and change into a Bell's beer tee and shorts.
As soon as I can, I must make sure the keys will work after midnight. Housekeeping has checked at my door, thinking I was an early check-in for Saturday, no service required. I asked her to come back to make the bed in a half hour.
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