My vision of the perfect ending to a stressful day is easily described. I
walk through the front door, and I am greeted with a cheerful smile and a
helping hand with my belongings. Then, a complete stranger in a tuxedo,
who makes casual conversation with me, escorts me to my room. As he
opens the door for me, I enter a beautifully arranged room with everything in
complete order as if it has never
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magically refilled those little refrigerators for free. How much? Now
everyone gets another swat on the behind.
In essence, staying in a nice hotel is like living in the White House,
without the sex scandals and perjury. Living in a hotel is the dream life.
Where else can you eat, drink, sleep, loaf, and enjoy free cable for about a
hundred bucks cash or a charge to a major credit card?