Stan and I were on a vacation and traveling in the west. It was like we were viewing a map of the US, or traveling very high in the sky looking downward. There was narration in the background, some man talking about how when Texas was settled, they didn't know it led to the Pacific Ocean. I was looking at Texas from my aerial vantage point, and saw that it did have a very small part of its southwest corner that attached to both the Pacific Ocean and Arizona. Then we start descending on a very steep mountainous road. We wonder if our van will make the steep inclines. We go around a curve and find a hotel. There are a lot of old white-haired people wandering around. I am wondering if we should spend the night there. It's only about 4 pm in the afternoon and we could go further, but we don't know what's ahead, and when we'd find it. I go inside and it's nothing like your usual hotel lobby. There's no comforting furniture, just rows of doors painted in late cold war-era yellows and oranges, more like a grade school. I ask the man at the desk if he takes some kind of discount, and I couldn't remember the name of the discount, but I do remember my Trip Rewards card and pull it out, as well as a credit card. He never comes right out and says yes or no, but he's stalling, telling me he can't give me a room for free (not that I asked for one) and that the rooms are filling up because of some planned execution of some criminal that Bush is taking part in that is staged for that day or the next (?huh?). As he's stalling, I'm getting ready to grab my cards and leave because he's wasting my time while we could be traveling down the road.

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