Except here they’re out of their shoe and in someone else’s.
And it doesn’t seem to have panned out too well.
But it does make for a funny read.
Here you have the outer edges of the sandwich:
| The Great Getaway
Paul and I like to take an overnight getaway in June before our marriage takes its annual battering during harvest in July and August. This time Paul went above-and-beyond and booked a lunch cruise tomorrow on a ship in Portland and a room at the Holiday Inn. Through Priceline of course. So we checked in this afternoon. The room was on the fourth floor, and beautiful. And cold. […] Just a few minutes ago he left again, saying something we couldn’t understand. I don’t know if the drain is fixed or not. He’ll probably be back soon with his toothbrush and pajamas and popcorn and a movie. Go visit your Holiday Inn for your next romantic getaway, the one with three curved sides, on NE 2nd just across from the Rose Garden. |
So there you are — a ringing undorsement of the kind I thought I had posted for the Super 8 in Tucson at West Starr Pass Blvd (but which I can’t find here now).
Paul and Dorcas, I hope today is better. And if that guy showed up again, I hope he brought his interpreter.