Dr. Crosby said "And I feel. Like I've been here before". Well if you have been sitting on a motorcycle for 10,000 miles, things start to blend together. Two stories illustrate this.
A number of the chain hotels have evidently negotiated a deal with Dominos to have the local pizza franchise featured on the hotel room key. I check into some hotel, get my key, drop off my stuff, and go to dinner. I come back and my key won't work. I'm tired, grumpy and my butt hurts. I go to the lobby and start complaining. The desk clerk says "that is the wrong key". I say "no, it is the key you gave me". He says " you are mistaken sir, you are in room 142 and the key / key cover is for room 320". I say " this is the key you gave me". He says "sir, this is Sheridan, WY, and the key/key cover you have is from Cody, WY, look at the phone number". F-me, he is correct and I subsequently go to my room and purge the 29 Dominos keys which I have been jamming into my riding pants.
I go into a steak joint, go to the bar (which if you are a single diner is the most efficient way to get a meal, plus I have garnered so many travel tips from people I have met at the bar). Hardly glance at the menu, order and my wine arrives. Funny, I think. How many places in the middle of nowhere have this Merlot from Chateau st. Michelle? Then the salad comes, things are really getting creepy. Steak arrives and now I'm in the twilight zone. Finally figure out that I'm in a local steak joint chain and just ordered the same meal, in a different city, three days ago. Time to start heading home.
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