Nappin' at the Days Inn

We listened to 'Freakonomics' on my iPod on the drive down. Man, the things that guys knows. Fun with statistics, that's what I would have called it. But I guess that wouldn't have sold so many books...

Darcy had some tests done this morning, and we checked into our hotel for a nap. Funny how it happened. I dropped Darcy off, and parked the car in the hotel lot. Now, you need a permit to park there so I dropped by the desk and spoke with the lady there. She was very nice, I was very polite. It was a pleasant exchange. She mentioned that the room wasn't ready yet, but might be ready before official check-in time (2:30), gave me her card, encouraged me to call. After an early lunch, we came back, Darcy went to the desk and asked if the room was ready yet. The very same lady snapped at her, "check in time's 2:30!". Hm. So we waited for a while, went for a walk, did some window shopping, etc. I thought to myself, let me try. So I went off to a quiet corner of the baby store and called from my mobile. "Hello, we spoke earlier, and you had asked me to call. Do you think my room might be ready?" "Oh yes sir, it most definitely is". I looked at my watch. 1:30.

So we're taking a nap at the Days Inn. Darcy thinks that lady's sweet on me. Must be the new haircut.