Last night was probably not the worst night I've ever spent in a hotel room; however, I certainly made the top five. Possibly the top three.
So, what made it so unpleasant? Apparently, the Girls Under 12 Softball World Series has been in town this week. It's worse than the circus. What is it about being out of town for a kids sporting event that makes people lose their ever loving minds? Seriously. Common courtesy? Out the window. Consideration for others trying to sleep? What's that? Indoor voices? Never heard of it. Control over ones children? Are you kidding me?
To make matters worse, I was stuck with the room on the first floor right next to the elevator. So, well passed midnight, I am still wide awake in my room, gritting my teeth as yet another herd of pygmy rhinos tromp through the lobby to the elevators, talking loudly, banging on walls, etc. When I checked out this morning, I let the front desk know that I was not amused. The desk agent gave me her sympathy and indicated that they had been there all week and were slated to be there through tonight. She also said that they had already had to call the authorities a couple of times as they had no other way to control them.
I disagree. There is a simple way to control them: "Excuse me, sir/ma'am? What room are you in? Room #X$? Thank you. We will go gather your bags. You've been checked out of this hotel and blacklisted from every staying in one of our properties again. Have a nice trip."
In other news, I never knew that Alexandria, LA was home to the Cajun Pawn Stars store. You learn something new every day.
I have to give a 45 minute presentation. Right after lunch. I've warned everyone that food comas will be dealt without mercy. I have Sharpies, and I am not afraid to use them.