Heard on the car radio today: a few notes of "The Little Drummer Boy," before I surfed away in horror. Seen on top of a car on I65 today: a Christmas tree. Tomorrow: Veteran's Day. I guess I should be grateful that at least they waited until after Hallowe'en.
In the Baymont Inn in Brooks, KY again. I left the house at about 11:20 a.m. and had a smooth ride here, getting here around 6:45 local time. Am now watching the CMAs. Will head to Huntsville tomorrow.
ETA: Bet if I had checked in with Jerry, I wouldn't have just gotten a call from some random male saying "Hi. I was wondering if you wanted to talk." I said "I think you have the wrong number" and hung up on him. No clue who it was, but my first thought was to call the front desk and complain... until I stopped to wonder who else but the guy at the front desk would know my room number and be able to call me.
Think I'll find a different hotel next time I drive south. And in addition to the lock thingie on the door, I also have the ironing board leaning up under the door handle. Sigh. Because being a widow isn't horrible enough on its own, I have to deal with this sort of shit?
At least when I called my mom to ask about my Christmas tree (she works at a florist and they do flocked trees, I wanted to order and put a deposit on my tree) she said that they don't have any in yet.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry that you have to put up with the phone calls, it seems like it just never ends huh?
Assuming it's someone different at the front desk in the morning you might mention it. Can't say I've ever had anything like that happen to me while traveling alone, but then I'm like 6 feet tall and tend to appear hostile...
ReplyDeleteThough to be fair it could've been a wrong number.