Mexican dance party

The Farm Manager is in charge of booking the hotels for this trip. Her modus operandi is to call ahead to a pet-friendly Comfort Inn in whatever town we're staying in, and ask for their cheapest room. That tends to land us in the itinerant construction worker wing. Tonight there seems to be a Mexican dance party going on a few doors over. I'm waiting for a quartet of guitar-strumming troubadours to show up at the door with some tasteful narco-corridos. The FM is in a foul mood because when she haggled with management about the room rate, they forgot to mention the fifty bucks extra they stuck on the bill for Big-lips Bruno. Guess they got the last laugh. Little do they realize that Bruno leaves at least half a gallon of drool on the floor every time he takes a drink. Looks like the joint has been recently renovated, including new "engineered hardwood" floors. Engineered hardwood is another way of saying fake hardwood. What makes me laugh is at least half the consumer public imagines engineered hardwood is superior to the real thing. The power of marketing! Anyway, the several gallons Bruno will dribble on their fake hardwood shouldn't begin to destroy the floor till we're long gone. Maybe we'll get the last laugh after all.