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I'm in the lobby of the Marriott Towne Place Suites, a hotel with the quaint tradition of locking the entrance to the front desk so anyone without a room key (say, a new guest wanting to check in) can't get in. My dad, originally expected at SFO at 4:40pm thisMonday afternoon, should arrive any minute now. He has just re-learned the lesson "never connect through Chicago O'Hare".
I'm up past my bedtime and I'm tired. One can of Coke got me up here; I have another to get me home. The car started acting weird along the way. Hope it makes it back.
It'll be good to see him and get this (short) chance to say hi. He doesn't have business trips out this way very often, so this is a treat.
I'm up past my bedtime and I'm tired. One can of Coke got me up here; I have another to get me home. The car started acting weird along the way. Hope it makes it back.
It'll be good to see him and get this (short) chance to say hi. He doesn't have business trips out this way very often, so this is a treat.
