Does this town have a purpose except to annoy me?
So far flying to Columbus for work has been an expensive disappointment. The taxi from the airport to the hotel started at $3.00. And cost about two bucks a mile after that. Who do they think they are, New York? Chicago? The piece de resistance was when the taxi meter added TAX. Freaking tax on a taxi ride?
My dinner at the hotel was palatable only because I was reading Bill Bryson's hilarious book, "A Walk in the Woods," about his trek on the Appalachian Trial. I haven't had a chance to sit down and enjoy reading it for several weeks now since a friend recommended it. Laughing out loud at his amusing observations of life on the AT helped me not notice the salad with blackened salmon that came without dressing, or the iced tea which tasted like it had been left out to rot, the soup which had bits and pieces of chicken from the Jurassic era, and the chocolate mousse dessert which was drizzled with Hershey's syrup and a side order of not whipped cream, but Cool Whip.
Yeah, I ate it all.