The kid at the front desk just slowly explained how to use the internet card and it got me thinking...
Do you ever wonder how many retarded questions hotel employees have to deal with every single day? I know, I know, I am so for the if you don't like your job quit aspect. But what if the questions don't throw you into a I hope all humans die rage? What if you can roll with the punches. I'm just saying that if I worked at a hotel, I would so make note of this stuff. Imagine how much that could cheer one up on days that lacked the sufficient humor needed until bed time.
We are in Memphis. The last time I was in Memphis I ended up feeling super white and a little let down by the hole that surrounds Grace Land. If Elvis is king, wouldn't that make Memphis his kingdom?
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happy travels
just go here and you'll at least know what you're getting into
http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/01/02/tennessee.sludge/index.html
also, How many people a day (especially in little hotels off Rt 40) do you think ask where the bathroom is ?
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