I’m too tired for this.
The Ramada Inn, in Lubbock? Bad service. Plus, they tried to add an additional 15% – or more – to my bill when I checked out Sunday morning. Just bad deal. Padding the bill, false advertising, like, no airport shuttle as promised, yes sir, just a nasty experience, all the way around. Only part that was good? Lots of fishing shows on TV.
The best part? One of my little reader friends is part Mexican, part Apache. Fluent in three languages. A grandmother. She took them to task, in three languages.
Them Sagittarius girls are a force to be reckoned with.
Good Notes:
“Oh no, I’m from Levelland. A big bibles opens up, ‘Welcome to Levelland.'”
“At the Skillet in Lubbock, the strawberries are the (space) aliens’ favorite food.”
“Need a good cotton crop this year.”
Getting to the Lubbock Airport was a mad dash, but from there? Smooth sailing. Safe in Austin. It’s just I got a chatty cab driver – again – and by the time I hot Austin? I was all talked out.
