I told someone yesterday that I'm probably out of my element when I find myself staying in a hotel that, if I were the manager, I wouldn't allow a lowlife like me to enter. But staying here I am. Welcome to my temporary home away from home - the Rosen Shingle Creek Hotel.
I had to get a map in order to find my way around.
I need (but haven't been supplied with) a shuttle bus to get from the reservation desk to my room.
The hotel logo is on the toilet paper in my room, for God's sake. (Think I'm not swiping that? - no pun intended.)