The Worst People at the Hotel
It’s us. It’s always us....
“You are not alone here,” a very angry German man yelled out from the porch of his room as my children melted down, one streaked the lawn and the other scampered on everything in sight like a Sicilian wall lizard.
“I know,” I shouted back. “Don’t you think I know?”
I used to be a truly excellent hotel guest.
And now I am not.
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