We stayed in the mansion section of POR (then Dixie Landings) in 1995. I really liked the resort, but my wife did not like the buildings at all. Her complaint was that each building looked the same.
The entire trip, she would turn the wrong way and start heading towards the wrong building. I would always correct her, which she hates. Finally, on our next-to-last day, she told me to stop correcting her. She's an adult!
When we were heading to the car, my wife missed the turn for the parking lot. I was about to say something, but then I remembered that she did not want my help. I let her continue on her way, and I turned and walked the twenty feet to our car. I loaded my bags into the car; still no sign of my wife.
I got in the car, started it, and cranked the A/C; it was about 96 that day. About ten minutes later, my wife rounded the corner and headed to the car. She threw her bags into the back of the car and slammed the hatch.
She didn't speak to me until we reached Savannah, GA! I can't repeat the first thing she said, but you can probably imagine that it wasn't too nice.
Sorry for the length of the story, but all of this talk about the building reminded me!
BTW, we didn't even see the AB rooms until three days into the trip.