Well, I’ve seen ugliness. And it’s the Red Roof Inn in downtown Chicago.
I stayed there last evening, after my United Airlines flights were canceled and United was no help in getting me a hotel room even though they owed me one, and this morning I fled back to O’Hare.
Never again will I stay in a Red Roof Inn. Scratchy bed linens. Dirt on the floor. A toilet with no lid over the tank. Cracking and flaking grout in the bathroom. Wi-Fi not working.
United redeemed themselves slightly this morning. I was confirmed on a late afternoon departure today, but walked up to the gate for the 7.30 a.m. flight and got the last seat, thanks to a First Class seat boarding card for the later flight.
And my luggage was waiting for me in Saint Louis when I arrived.
I’ll tell the whole saga later, perhaps.
Thank god for small gifts.
Auggie, of course, won’t let me out of his sight. And he’s being incredibly loving.