Lower than feces

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.

About David

I am a sportswriter for a group of weekly newspapers in small towns across northern Kansas. I grew up in New Orleans, went to college at LSU and wandered in the wilderness until Hurricane Katrina finally put me on the path to my current job.

Posted on August 17, 2014, in Personal. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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