by Foxboro Marmot
April 5, 2003
Unfortunately, although the place is fairly new, it has a look of slowly deteriorating despair about it. Surrounded by stunted landscape plantings and cars left slowly sinking into a sea of mud, the Comfort Inn Airport has lost whatever small bit of grandeur it may once have had. The light above the indoor hot tub kept going on and off, as if not quite sure that it had the will to keep making the effort. The walls between rooms are paper thin. I knew I was in trouble when the guy next door left a wakeup call for 4:30am. At least his television set was tuned to an interesting channel. I was afraid that if I sneezed, four or five people would say "Gezhunteidt!" and I was alone in the room at the time. The thin towels were a perfect match to the watery orange juice and lukewarm coffee flavored water served at the continental breakfast.
And what's up with the $1 phone activation charge added to my bill? I expect to get ripped off with all kinds of extra charges when staying at some plush hotel, but not here! (Hey, ever notice that if you stay at a roadside motel in the middle of nowhere, the vending machine gives you a can of coke for 75 cents... but if you stay at a top of the line hotel that costs five times as much, the same coke costs $2.50 or more? Don't they make enough charging $200 a night for the room? Seems like at that price they ought to GIVE you a Coke... and a small bag of peanuts. But I digress... )
From journal Passing through Denver