Wegman's wouldn't sell me a Bass Ale, only a six pack, but it took the night manager to figure out the error code. So I bought a six pacl, but then she had this big three-inch sticker that said "We ID 100%!" on her vest so she made a big production out of looking at my driver's license. Ooh -- out of state -- California. They had to go get a book and look up California. I guess they think maybe we nimber the years differently.

Then the hotel didn't have a bottle opener, in the room or at the desk. Finally they found one. Now, sushi and beer, with a Hunt's tapioca pudding (chosen because it requires no refrigeration, another service the Fairfield Inn lacks).

Tomorrow, de plane, de plane!