Perspective
My
flight landed after midnight, my bag took awhile to arrive in the
claims area, but finally I hopped on the bus to the lot to go to my
car. Which, it turned out was as dead as a dodo. Nada. Nothing. My
battery seemed to have gone to the great beyond. It was 'round one AM,
without any help available, and having used some distinctly unpastoral
language to vent my frustration, I called the hotel shuttle bus to go to
the Holiday Inn. The two women driving were amazing. At the hotel,
the young man at the desk was super. All of this in the middle of the
night.
I've
stayed in a lot of hotels over the years, some of them really, really
nice ones. But the hospitality I received last night helped me put
things back into perspective. I'm going to go deal with my car issue
now. And when I inevitably want to bang my head on the wall, I will
remember the folks at the Holiday Inn Airport Manchester, NH.
Comments
Post a Comment