Caged Squirrel

An American living in the South of France (and other totally random thoughts)

Monday, October 23, 2006

Wow I feel stupid

First, I got caught in the revolving door with my two bags...yes, Sparky had to pry one out so that I could continue.

I caught the wrong train...which now answers the question "why does this blue train line split here - how do you know you're on the right train?" What, I grew up in Texas, we drive cars everywhere and are just now learning the definition of "public transportation."

The search for a gym. Our hotel had (what they called) a workout room...one treadmill, a rowing machine, and a barbell set all squeezed into the space of a 5x5 room. So I try anther place, no day passes available without a membership...took me 10 minutes to get away from the membership sales person - what part of "we're only in the area for 3 days" is really that hard to understand - no I don't want a month membership. Nice try. Then I go to another hotel close to ours with what looks like a nice work out center. From what I'm told it's separate from the hotel, looks big, when they describe the space it sounds big. So off I go, bragging to Sparky that I found us a great (big) workout center, just down from the hotel. So 6:15 the next morning we show up - this one is a 10x10 room with basically the same equipment. Sparky laughs and vows to never trust a word I say again.

Ahh, the fan. Our hotel room was a bit warm, ac's already on, so we called down for a fan. Delivered, looks like one of those mini desk heaters that you have in your office - controls at the top, fan on one side...we set it up and hope for the best. Hot. Next night, around midnight, we call and request another fan - we're Americans and hot. The guy brings one up, I hear Sparky at the door "this is the same as we already have and you can hardly feel it" To which the guy replies, "this, really, these are really powerful and work really well." So Sparky gives, "then can you check the one we have, because it's not working right." In comes the guy - looks at the fan we have - flips it on it's side - and I, across the room, immediately start feeling air flow. Once everyone stopped laughing, he graciously left the two idiot Americans with their fan.

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