Category: Travel

On Saturday, February 4, 1995, a huge snowstorm hit Boston shutting down the airport.  On Sunday, February 5, 1995, I flew out of Memphis to Boston for a week of training. We had no issue on the flight.  It was when we got off the plane that the issues began.  As we approached the baggage pick-up area, the doors to the outside opened. A blast of air came through the doors that was colder than any that I had ever felt.  My first thought was that I didn’t want to go outside.  We soon caught a cab.  Our driver was a man with dark skin that we assumed was an immigrant because of his accent.  I’m not sure what language he was speaking on his radio.  It sounded like he was saying, “Ju ju ju ju ju ju.”  We never heard a word that sounded like anything else.  He took us to the Four Seasons Hotel where our training was being conducted.  This hotel was next to Boston Common, the oldest city park in the United States.  

A couple of weeks ago, I was travelling back to Tennessee from Indiana.  It was around 5 PM and we decided to stop and eat in Clarksville, Indiana which us just north of the river at Louisville. We hoped to let the rush hour traffic in Louisville clear before we went any further.  We found a Texas Roadhouse restaurant at the Green Tree Mall.  Our server told us that this was the very first Texas Roadhouse restaurant.  We thought it was odd that it didn’t originate in Texas.  After they took our drink order, I went to the restroom.  When I was zipping up my pants, my boxers got caught in the teeth of the zipper.  I could not get the zipper to budge up or down. I was standing at a urinal stall tugging at the zipper, but it was obvious that it wasn’t going to move.  Fortunately, I was alone in the restroom, so no one saw me wrestling with my fly.  I walked over to the mirror to see what it looked like.  The material over the zipper was covering it up. It was not gaping open.  I was confident that my lap would be covered any time that there was a possibility that it might gape open, so I returned to the table.

I recently went on a business trip.  The trip took me to a small town in Indiana where I go often. I stayed in the same hotel that I had been in during the previous trip.  When I opened the door to my hotel room, I noticed that the top drawer of the dresser was open.  I immediately had flashbacks to a trip I had made to the same town but a stay at a different hotel years ago. During that trip when I opened the door to my room, I noticed the ironing board was up.  My first thought was that would be convenient since I usually iron my clothes for my trip when I arrive.  But when I turned on the lights to the room, I found that the room had not been cleaned since the previous guest had departed.  When I went back downstairs, they apologized and said that to make up for it, they would put me in an upgraded room.  I wondered what an upgraded room would be like at a hotel in a small town in Indiana beyond just being clean.  I remember that it had a refrigerator and a jacuzzi tub, neither of which I took advantage of.