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| Wednesday, May 24, 2006 |
| Nashville |
Left PA at 4.55 am.
Arrive Nashville 7.30pm (really 8.30 but we gained an hour with the time change)
La Quinta. Spanish for "You'll get to your room and you'll be really tired, but have to go to the bathroom, whereupon you'll figure out too late that your toilet is plugged up. You'll try to fix it yourself by lifting the bar inside the tank and the toilet will overflow onto the floor. You'll use every towel in the hotel room to soak it up. When you call the front desk the woman will tell you that she doesn't know how to use a plunger and that maintenance will come out in the morning. You'll remind her gently that you'll probably have to use the bathroom again sometime before you check out. She'll tell you that there are no other rooms available, but she'll give you a key to a room across that hall that's not big enough to accommodate your party, but at least the toilet works. Then you realize that if you have to go pee in the middle of the night it will entail walking across the hallway in your pajamas. You'll resolve to go to sleep and forget that you just drank two glasses of iced tea at Cracker Barrel.
And it all went so smoothly up until that point... |
posted by LoRi~fLoWer
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Wow, I never knew what "La Quinta" meant til now!
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That Spanish to English translation is spot on from my previous La Quinta experience.
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Oh boy. That's all I can really say. Sending good vibes you way! * Good vibes *
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Wow, I never knew what "La Quinta" meant til now!