Today has been hellish. Actually, the hell began when I pulled into the parking lot late last night at the Courtyard Briarcliff.
I discovered an e-mail on my iPhone from someone at the Kansas City Airport Marriott. I recognized the name right away, and I knew it was huge trouble.
I’ve been banned for life from that hotel since supposedly for attempting to purchase alcoholic beverages for female employees. First, I don’t drink. Second, I would never do anything which would put another person’s job in jeopardy, especially at that hotel, where everyone treated me so well for five years.
Earlier this month, I mentioned to someone on the phone when I called Marriott reservations that I attempt to make a reservation at that hotel. So I did. And look what it got me.
It reminded me I am the world’s biggest turd. I am a deviant. I am beyond loser and I belong in a prison cell.
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