Back from Texas. We flew in yesterday and I think I may have caught a cold on one of the planes. My head is very thick-feeling and I’m just generally out of it.
Other than that, it was a good trip. I am told that on Monday it hit 100 degrees Fahrenheit in Dallas. We were inside an office building for the entire day, so I only experienced the heat in the morning and evening. It was humid and warm.
My duffel had endured the heat of the day in the trunk of a car. When I opened the bag at the hotel on Monday night, a puff of hot air escaped, as if my clothing were being stored in a toaster oven.
But getting to the hotel was a bit of an adventure. We caught a cab from the center of Dallas, bound for “Comfort Suites.” When the cab stopped we got out, paid the cabbie and ambled up to the reception desk. A large, affable-looking man behind the desk was speaking to a coworker, but turned toward us when we showed up.
“Hi! You look like you think you have a reservation here.”
I thought this was just his odd way of greeting guests. So we simply began to get our identification out so he could pull up our rooms.
He then said. “I said that because you came in a taxi. And we’re all filled up.”
I was thrown a bit because I wasn’t sure I even understood what he was trying to say. We were exhausted from a long day, and were not up to any tough mental challenges. But it started to look like he was actually trying to tell us something, not that he was being goofy or jocular.
I looked at SH, and he looked at me, and light dawned, and he said “Oh.” and I said the obvious “We’re in the wrong place.”
The hotel receptionist explained that the cab drivers always mistake his hotel for “Comfort Suites” for some reason. And the particular cab company we had used was especially notorious. The place we should be was a quarter mile further down the road. In our exhausted state we wondered whether we could carry our bags that far. We probably could. We definitely could under normal circumstances. But these were clearly unusual.
“Oh, he’s still out there, you’re lucky. You should try to catch him!” the receptionist said. SH did so.
The cab driver was apologetic and took us to the correct place (no attempt to charge us for his mistake).
We had to get up at 4:30 AM to catch the early flight back to Providence. This was not as difficult as I expected. I woke up 5 minutes before my wake up call and jumped out of bed frantically thinking I had missed the call. Ah, the disorientation of waking up.
Now I get to be groggy and disoriented at home. Good to be back.