I managed to successfully make it to Georgia. As I mentioned yesterday, I somehow managed to pick a flight in a red zone of questionability. In reality the whole thing came off just fine, at least until I got into my rental car.
This carlet is a Nissan Casket or Hotwheel, or something like that. I believe I currently have more aluminium in my smashed beer can bag waiting for recycling than there is in the engine block. I knew just looking at this thing it would never be a ‘buy’ candidate. Ever. With the seat moved back into the human range (as opposed to Oompa Loompa), I’d risk having perpetual friction burns on my thighs from using the steering wheel.
On top of that, it was just one of those days, driving-wise. You know what I mean. All traffic lights time out against you. The route, which you’ve been on before, looks different and you feel lost the entire way. The directions you carefully Googled are good but somehow you manage to sail on by each key turn, and quickly move from feeling lost to being lost.
The high point of the day was an excellent German meal at a local place here in Columbus. Wow. I somehow managed to wedge a jaegerschnitzel bigger than my head into my gut with an accompaniment of red cabbage and spaetzle. Tomorrow, I will enjoy ruining someone’s porcelain. But now, even a few hours past, I’m still having trouble breathing because my lungs are being bitched by my stomach.
Snap back to reality. I’m trying to take the measure of this hotel. Sometimes you get a hotel that’s as new as it looks, and sometimes you get a hotel. This place I suppose is not half bad, but it has this pervasive hint of stench somewhere between toe jam and mildew. I’d love to put a moratorium on travel south of the Ohio and west of the Mississippi Rivers because there’s a clear correlation between hotels with issues and that region. The most bizarre thing about is is the TV remote. The thing is billed as a “Clean Remote,” specially-designed for thorough disinfecting.
I don’t know what to think about that. I appreciate the effort but to be honest there are other hotel room items I’d prefer get special attention than the remote. I don’t normally gnaw on or lick it while I flip channels on the lookity-box. I do however sleep on the bed, sit on the chair, and use the water-related bathroom stuff. I can’t help think sometimes we’re just a wee bit over-obsessed with germs. Shouldn’t we keep the old immune system on alert with small challenges so it’s awake and ready for the zombie apocalypse?
Call me crazy.
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