We’ve had problems with hotel rooms that were too hot or too cold. The most memorable one was in Death Valley, where the room A/C was unable to keep up with the 112F outside temp. The guy who came to “fix” it showed how to adjust the thermostat, which had no effect. When he came back three hours later and told us the same thing, evidencing no memory of our first encounter, Sally christened him cousin Daryl, and his other cousin Daryl (1). Well, they have yet another cousin Daryl.

Our room was getting cool as the day ebbed and the outside temp dropped to 62F. We tried increasing the setting on the thermostat to 80, to no avail. I finally complained to the front desk and they sent a maintenance guy. This other Daryl set it to 86. Obviously, this didn’t help.

So I went back to the guy at the desk, who came back with a space heater which is powerful enough to warm a small room. Which our room is not.

I guess there are Daryls everywhere.

I’ll follow this with a full post about today later.

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(1) This, of course, is a riff on the “Newhart” show.