Okay, I promised another move-in story, so here goes.
Arriving in South Bend, I wanted to get checked in to a hotel before moving My Favorite Domer into his dorm for Summer Term.
He, of course, insisted he move in first.
Since he only had a small window of time to move in, I acquiesced.
It wasn’t as bad as last year. We probably packed better, the weather cooperated, and we had less stuff.
How much junk does a kid need for Summer Term, anyway?
It’s almost like packing for camp.
So we got him settled, then off we went to find me a room for the night.
That’s when the fun started.
We checked a couple of places — all full.
Finally, in frustration, I asked one of the desk clerks what was going on that had hotel occupancy off the charts.
He sheepishly admitted they’d had a wicked storm the night before, and most of the hotel guests were actually residents who didn’t want to be inconvenienced because their power was out but knew the hotels had generators.
You could have knocked me over with a feather!
After all, I lived on the Gulf Coast for several years, and every season (or so it seemed!), we had a hurricane blow through and knock out power for a week at a time!
In 90+ degree weather, day AND night!
No hot food. No hair dryer. No air conditioner. Not even a stinkin’ fan!
But we suffered through it. Brave little warriors, wearing our sweat-drenched T-shirts and sharing our tales of woe with anybody who’d listen.
Yet here these “weenies” were, spending a couple of hundred bucks to stay overnight in a hotel — with FREE TV, air conditioning, and a pool!
Topping it off, the next morning I noticed the temperature had dropped to a cool 62 degrees.
I’m tellin’ ya, some people have more money than sense!