I happily left the 40 degree temperature of Manhattan for Orlando today. The flight was uneventful and I was met at Baggage Claim by our runner, Jason. He is about my age, tall, chubby, and with an accent from the Ozark Mountains. It is the first time I’ve meet someone who describes themselves proudly as a “hillbilly.” He’s a gay hillbilly at that. We instantly bonded.
I checked into my room and it is a very efficient use of space that quite frankly, nobody seems to have wanted in the first place. The Hyatt Place is adjacent to the theatre, a lumberyard and a small swamp. There is a small café in the hotel lobby. I got a ham and cheese sandwich that looked like it was made by an angry airline food service worker. Hotel front desk people also work the café which shares a common counter. Ham and cheese comes with “free chips and a pickle.” I add a Diet Pepsi and it is $12.01. As bad as this sounds, I know I am lucky. The 18 other people coming after me will have to fight for the one sandwich left or the two gray-green salads I passed on.
No comments:
Post a Comment