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I have officially acquired Beetle! Whee! (It needs a name... I'm threatening to call it Gleep, 'cause it amuses me, and most dragon names are far too serious for this car.)
Through the remarkable efficiency of Harvey The SalesCritter at Arlington Imports, I got whisked from the airport to their office, paperwork done, car checked over and was on the road in time to skirt Dallas and avoid the rush-hour traffic. Yay!
I've never driven through this particular part of Texas... I've always flown over it. Lemme tell ya... there's not much there. Between Dallas and Texarkana? Nothing but empty. Miles and miles of empty. Finally escaped the gravitational anomaly which is Texas and found myself in Arkansas... where I was unable to drive the 120mph that would have been necessary to make it to the coffee house that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
msminlr had told me about. Pulled into Little Rock about 11:30 p.m. and discovered that my GPS lied to me about there being a Red Roof Inn off I-30. Apparently it once was a Red Roof, but now it's some chain I'd never heard of, and my 5-yr-old car would have been about the nicest thing in the parking lot. This did not give me warm fuzzy feelings, so I headed towards the airport, where the Holiday Inn was full and "didn't recommend" the Days Inn across the street. Having had marginal luck with Days Inn in the past, I took their advice and headed over to the Comfort Inn where they weren't quite full.
Amusing moment... I wander hopefully into the lobby at the Comfort Inn and ask if they have any rooms. She said they had a few, so I waited my turn. When she asked me what kind of room I needed, I said "It's just me... so a single if you've got one... I just need a bed and a wireless connection." She said the cheapest thing they had available was a Smoking Double, and I asked if she had anything non-smoking. She looked really sheepish and said "Yeah, but you may not want it... it's a suite and they're expensive... it's $89/night."
Blink. Blink blink. Pause to parse the fact that yes, she said $89, not $189. Re-parse to see if $89 suddenly intersects "expensive". Decide that it doesn't.
"I'll take it!"
So now I have a suite big enough for duckpin bowling, third floor, back (quiet) side of the hotel. I'm so not going to complain about this. And I'm amused (and a little appalled) that the poor clerk has apparently had enough people gripe about the "high" price that she felt compelled to put a disclaimer on it before offering it to me. *rolls eyes*
Tomorrow... the rest of the drive back to Indy. This time I'll get pictures!
Through the remarkable efficiency of Harvey The SalesCritter at Arlington Imports, I got whisked from the airport to their office, paperwork done, car checked over and was on the road in time to skirt Dallas and avoid the rush-hour traffic. Yay!
I've never driven through this particular part of Texas... I've always flown over it. Lemme tell ya... there's not much there. Between Dallas and Texarkana? Nothing but empty. Miles and miles of empty. Finally escaped the gravitational anomaly which is Texas and found myself in Arkansas... where I was unable to drive the 120mph that would have been necessary to make it to the coffee house that
msminlr had told me about. Pulled into Little Rock about 11:30 p.m. and discovered that my GPS lied to me about there being a Red Roof Inn off I-30. Apparently it once was a Red Roof, but now it's some chain I'd never heard of, and my 5-yr-old car would have been about the nicest thing in the parking lot. This did not give me warm fuzzy feelings, so I headed towards the airport, where the Holiday Inn was full and "didn't recommend" the Days Inn across the street. Having had marginal luck with Days Inn in the past, I took their advice and headed over to the Comfort Inn where they weren't quite full.Amusing moment... I wander hopefully into the lobby at the Comfort Inn and ask if they have any rooms. She said they had a few, so I waited my turn. When she asked me what kind of room I needed, I said "It's just me... so a single if you've got one... I just need a bed and a wireless connection." She said the cheapest thing they had available was a Smoking Double, and I asked if she had anything non-smoking. She looked really sheepish and said "Yeah, but you may not want it... it's a suite and they're expensive... it's $89/night."
Blink. Blink blink. Pause to parse the fact that yes, she said $89, not $189. Re-parse to see if $89 suddenly intersects "expensive". Decide that it doesn't.
"I'll take it!"
So now I have a suite big enough for duckpin bowling, third floor, back (quiet) side of the hotel. I'm so not going to complain about this. And I'm amused (and a little appalled) that the poor clerk has apparently had enough people gripe about the "high" price that she felt compelled to put a disclaimer on it before offering it to me. *rolls eyes*
Tomorrow... the rest of the drive back to Indy. This time I'll get pictures!
