600 Miles to Toronto
A Road Trip Narrative
The miles continue to register on the car�s trip meter. I at once realize everybody is flying by me.
The speed limit is 100 km per hour, an easy 60 mph. I am easily going 70mph, why do I feel as though I
am standing still, treading water perhaps. I accelerate up to 80 mph; everyone is still flying past me.
�These Canadians sure know how to get somewhere�, I say to Robert. We near the end of the directions
we printed out from Yahoo Maps.
I spot the hotel we are staying in. Its lights sparkle high above the
Sky Dome. Now the question is, how do we get there? I take a road that travels parallel to the hotel
and hope to find the street we are looking that leads us to the main road. No luck, we are headed away
from the hotel now. I hate being lost so I get Robert to drive. He turns on the first street we passed
and makes it to the hotel within minutes. Reality check, already I am failing my test of independence,
I cannot even drive to our hotel without being scared.
We arrive at our hotel at 10:30 and begin the check in process. They inform me that my check card will
not accept the charges they attempted to put on it to pre check my funds. Perhaps if they had not tried
to put 1,500 dollars on a card that will only accept 1,000 dollars a day there would not be a problem; I
wish they had informed me of this before I gave them that card. I pull out my credit card and the
transaction goes through. We head up to our room with the King size bed. I open the door and see
the two nice full size beds placed against the wall in the amply decorated room. How nice, except
I ordered a King size bed, I call the front desk and then head down to get things settled. Finally
we open the door to our room, two floors down and a hall over, the right one this time. There is already
a message waiting for me, �Ms. Pumphrey, could you come down to the front desk please, we need your driver�s license�.
I take the elevator down to the lobby for the second time tonight and straighten out the next problem.
I wonder if it always this hard to check into a hotel, especially one that is supposed to be five star?
After waiting for a short time down in the lobby I head back up to my room, wallet in hand, and realize I
am completely famished. We decide to order room service, two succulent steaks with french fries, the dinner of champions.
After eating my fill I lie down and promptly fall asleep.
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