I didn’t bother posting Saturday since the only meritorious news I had to report was finding out my car didn’t have an emissions problem. It was the clamp holding the hose going into the gas tank that was loose. The fumes had set off the sensor. It took them four hours to tell me that, but I was glad nonetheless, since my bill was zero. Besides, y’all are on vacation anyway, and probably nobody even noticed I hadn’t posted.
This has been the deadest weekend I’ve experienced in a long time. The strange thing is it’s been a very busy weekend at the hotel. We have been booked to capacity with all manner of teams, families and the usual, ahem- couples. The weekend wasn’t exactly dead for the front desk, though. As a matter of fact, a certain front desk person had to put up
with angry guests who had reserved rooms next to each other, and then discovered
someone in reservations hadn’t bothered to block out the rooms. I’ve spoken earlier about reservations. I think they’re in India, ’cause they sure don’t have access to the computer here, or they’d see which rooms are already occupied. In fact, I think they have a perverse sense of humor, since they’re not the ones who have to deal with their actions.
Then there’s the problem with the AC not working. It’s my fault. A few days ago I commented on how the last thing we needed was for the AC to go out. And then, it did. They were running out of rooms to move people into. The devil was in the heat pumps which are no longer efficiently pulling cool air in when the temperature is 108 freakin’ degrees and that’s without the heat index. With that, it actually got up to 115-121 degrees
this week. And, we still have August to go yet. Anyone in the mood for winter? I know we say that every summer and then complain about it when it actually gets here. I also read that the heat has accounted for the most comments on Twitter, Facebook and just about every news outlet in existence. My friend who was in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina said they had beautiful weather, no humidity and they escaped the horrible heat wave we’ve had in Virginia and the north. Maybe I should move there.
I knew it would happen sooner, or later. Peeping Tom tells me his girlfriend Lucy Goosey has flown the coop. I mean really. Look at their difference in height; a flying ant with a goose? What if she had accidentally sat on him? He says her honking was getting on his nerves, anyway. Well, what else do you expect when you get in her way?