A Last Minute Room

Three months ago, I made reservations for a room in Fort Myers where we were planning to stay for several nights.  Yesterday—which was the day before we were scheduled to arrive—I received a call from the company through whom we made the reservations and I was told, “Mr. Marler, the room that was reserved for your family was flooded and it is no longer available.”

“Flooded?!?”

“Yes, it was flooded.”

“Well, that’s not good,” I replied.  (One of my gifts involves confidently saying things that are obvious.)

“We are working on getting a new place for you,” the rep explained.  “But this is a holiday time and there is not a lot available.”

“We have to have a place to stay!” I said.

“I know,” said the rep.  And at that point he tried to crack a joke…but neither of us laughed.

Today, we woke up and did not know whether we had a place to stay, or not.  Did I mention that it’s not good to be on vacation and be homeless, too?  It takes a lot of the fun out of it.

Fortunately, our rep came through and we have a place to stay.  Whew!

Upon arriving at the room I have to confess that I looked around for a manger, but…no… it turns out that there are regular beds here. 

…Sure, we have to share the beds with other critters, but beggars can’t be choosers, right?