ROCK THE CASH BAR (From the Archive)
Originally published in Relevant Magazine, Issue 28 (September/October 2007)
For something as simple as fast food, they certainly do get it wrong a lot. You know what I mean. You order a No. 3 burger, gargantuan-sized with a diet soda, and then you trust the 11-year-old at the window so much that you don't unfold the crease at the top of the sack until you are back on the road. That is precisely the moment when you discover the fish sandwich in the place of your No. 3. And it isn't even gargantuan.
And yet, I continue to frequent the drive-thru window for the sake of speed and convenience. Though it is rarely accurate, I must have a feeling that hasty and incorrect garbage is better than no garbage at all.
It is this precise line of reasoning that prompted me to consider purchasing a bottle of water from my hotel room's cash bar.
Yes. I understand that there were bottles of water in the vending machine just around the long, dark hallway, or perhaps one or two floors down. I understand that the bottle of water in the microfridge under the table next to my bed was at least three times the vending machine bottle's price. But gosh darn if that fridge wasn't a heck of a lot more convenient.
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