But they've made some changes to the place, and the door that looks like it's going to let me in has no handle on it. It takes me a second to spot the new entrance, an automatic double sliding door a few yards along the front, so I walk my bike over to it, and in.
The couple that was behind me, though, has been let in the old way by the guy pushing the broom along the floor, and they're already at the counter getting their truck, with me standing in line behind them while the porter gives me a huge grin that I can't quite read.
One year ago: Long Island Ice Tea
Two years ago: She Doesn't Like Kids
Three years ago: Showtime For One
Four years ago: Not Exactly Suited For An Office
Six years ago: too soon?
Seven years ago: Close Enough
Eight years ago: Really, it's tougher on the people around me than on me