Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Random acts of ... well, randomness
Let's be clear: I did not promise you travel blogging merely because I'm visiting northern New Jersey for three days. No, this is a stepping stone, via Newark International Airport, to a far more exciting destination.
Nevertheless, northern New Jersey is whetting my appetite. Checking into my room at the Sheraton tonight, I had to stand in line behind a big British Airways flight crew. Nothing says "international man of mystery" better than a backdrop of Brit flight attendants saying "cheers!' in their cute little accents.
But wait, it gets better.
Well, I was wrong. It looks as if I got the presidential suite. Okay, so maybe the president never stays at the Sheraton in northern New Jersey, with views of a large parking lot and suburban corporate HQ buildings on all sides, and it's only fancy in an Ethan Allen, fake flowers sort of way. But you have to admit, it's a big honkin' room.
Nevertheless, northern New Jersey is whetting my appetite. Checking into my room at the Sheraton tonight, I had to stand in line behind a big British Airways flight crew. Nothing says "international man of mystery" better than a backdrop of Brit flight attendants saying "cheers!' in their cute little accents.
But wait, it gets better.
DESK CLERK: How are you, Mr. Madison?I decoded the subtext of this dialogue as follows: "I know he's getting the special low rate, but are we still allowed to screw him this badly?"
ME: Pretty good.
DESK CLERK (In low voice to his co-worker, gesturing toward the computer terminal): Should I give him this one?
CO-WORKER: Go for it!
Well, I was wrong. It looks as if I got the presidential suite. Okay, so maybe the president never stays at the Sheraton in northern New Jersey, with views of a large parking lot and suburban corporate HQ buildings on all sides, and it's only fancy in an Ethan Allen, fake flowers sort of way. But you have to admit, it's a big honkin' room.
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