So I’m in the hotel room (it looks as though the Eighties threw up) and I wondered why the teevee was still on. It turns out that no matter what button I push on the remote — power, volume, channel — it changes the channel.
I guess that’s better than the living room remote, which is missing. I think I’ll watch Netflix on my laptop if I can figure out how to shut off the television.
i hope by now you’ve called the front desk.
there may be one channel that turns off the tv.
There must be a plug in the wall…
Yeah, I was going to suggest yanking the plug.
wow, like those radios in North Korean apartments that can only be turned down, never turned off.
(it looks as though the Eighties threw up)
That cracked me up! And I’m not even sure what the eighties looked like, which cracks me up even more!
I can’t remember which hotel it is (I’m sure you said). That’s hilarious too. I wouldn’t call down to the front desk (or maybe I would, I’m not sure). From here, where I’m sitting, it seems as if you should just enjoy (and jot down) the story that presents itself. Hotel stories are great!
I’m in MSP for another conference (Sleep 2011) until Thursday morning. E-mail me if you’d like to meet for a beer like old times tomorrow evening.
A bunch of the sleep conference people are staying at my hotel. How funny!
I’ve been to a few conferences that have put people to sleep.
Why are you cooped up in your hotel room watching TV, instead of exploring beautiful downtown Minneapolis? Is your ankle still acting up?
It’s pouring rain. And I’m in an all-day labor session.