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Just got Home and so far so bad. I guess when you fly in from the West Coast and check-in late it's pretty much the dregs that are left as far as rooms go. You could say it's my own fault for leaving our room location up to luck (or more correctly, bad luck).
Anyway, we draw "lucky" studio number 5010 which we learn, after schlepping all our stuff there, is a disabled access unit that's about as far away from Conch Flats and as close to Bonnet Creek Parkway as you can get without sleeping in the center median. Naturally, the room has no bathtub, a constant autopia soundtrack playing in the background and the faint smell of assisted living.
Well, this will not fly mainly because we're traveling with a six-year-old who thinks shower water splashing in his face will make him drown. So a call to the front desk is in order and after waiting 20 minutes on hold while they "check availability" we're told there is nothing available until tomorrow. Oh, but they'll call us at 7am (or 4am for those of us still lagged to PST) to confirm a room switch and then come pick up our luggage to store it until we check in again in the afternoon.
Wife #1 is livid. She can't unpack, she can't put our high thread count sheets on the bed, she can't imagine what's going to happen to the precious cream cheese we just bought, etc.
Oh well, what can you do? After a relaxing dinner at Olivia's, including a fruity drink with 3 kinds of rum, she's doing much better.
Anyhoo, tomorrow is another day, and heck, how bad can it really get when you're Home for the holidays? (Don't answer that.)
Anyway, we draw "lucky" studio number 5010 which we learn, after schlepping all our stuff there, is a disabled access unit that's about as far away from Conch Flats and as close to Bonnet Creek Parkway as you can get without sleeping in the center median. Naturally, the room has no bathtub, a constant autopia soundtrack playing in the background and the faint smell of assisted living.
Well, this will not fly mainly because we're traveling with a six-year-old who thinks shower water splashing in his face will make him drown. So a call to the front desk is in order and after waiting 20 minutes on hold while they "check availability" we're told there is nothing available until tomorrow. Oh, but they'll call us at 7am (or 4am for those of us still lagged to PST) to confirm a room switch and then come pick up our luggage to store it until we check in again in the afternoon.
Wife #1 is livid. She can't unpack, she can't put our high thread count sheets on the bed, she can't imagine what's going to happen to the precious cream cheese we just bought, etc.
Oh well, what can you do? After a relaxing dinner at Olivia's, including a fruity drink with 3 kinds of rum, she's doing much better.
Anyhoo, tomorrow is another day, and heck, how bad can it really get when you're Home for the holidays? (Don't answer that.)