We’re staying at the Holiday Inn Express. Yes, names are being named. That’s Holiday Inn Express in Muncie, Indiana, USA, Northern Hemisphere, Earth, Solar System, Milky Way Galaxy, Universe, Multiverse, Whatever.
We’re very happy to be in our room, since we’ve been trying to get into it half the day.
2:30 – Arrived. Walked into the lobby. Desk clerk says, “Please tell me you don’t want to check in.” Me: “Okay. I just stopped in to say hello.” Turns out their server was down. Couldn’t have room because they … didn’t know what rooms were cleaned and empty? They sent one check-in to his room and it was still occupied by people who had booked for two nights?
He was now waiting for the shuttle. Yes, The Shuttle That Would Not Be. We scooped him up and went to the convention center to check into the convention, did a panel, had some coffee.
4:30 – Arrived again. Lobby was packed with teenage track teams. No air conditioning. Couldn’t check in. Servers still down.
Went back to the convention. A fine time was had by all.
8:30 – Arrived again. Checked in. “You’re just staying for the one night, right?” “Two nights.” “–Two nights, yes.” Clerk walked us to our room, knocked, called out, “Hotel services! Anybody there?”, knocked again. “Just to make sure.”
No internet access. Yes internet access. Oh, only internet access for one of us. Two of us? Two out of three, then? Oooookay.
Tomorrow we will see if there is enough on the breakfast bar for the three of us and the Jamaican Bobsled team. I mean the high school cross-country teams. Oh, wait, one of us is gluten-intolerant, and everything on the breakfast bar is made from wheat. That leaves more for the rest of us!
Motel WIN!
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