(This post is a continuation of Part I)
I opened the hotel door with my right hand as I tried to keep the towel from slipping off my body with the left. A. entered with a couple small black bags and two wooden poles with hooks on each end — spreader bars. Damn, he just carried those right through the hotel lobby?
“Did you have a nice flight?” was what I apparently decided to open with. I’m not sure there were any better options, but still, I felt stupid saying it. Continue reading