I had to travel to Kansas City, MO for training last week. I was traveling with another associate who needed the same training. Before we left, I asked the lady at my office that makes the travel arrangements to reserve us a hotel room.
When we arrived in Kansas City, we were greeted by a very unwelcome surprise. In hindsight, I suppose I should have been more specific that we needed separate rooms, because she booked us in a single room! There wasn’t much we could do about it at that point, and the hotel was booked for some political conference anyway, so we decided to make the best of a bad situation.
We rode the elevator up to our room, and I opened the door. I didn’t make it but a few steps into the room before I stopped aghast at what can only be par for the rain pouring down seconds after someone utters, “This situation couldn’t possibly get any worse.” There was only a single, queen-size bed in our room! I looked over at my travel companion, thinking that this room would never do, and I said to him, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
He looked at the bed, then at me, then at the bed again, and finally back at me. He said, “I’m sure I am. I get the side closest to the window.”
