Friday, July 26, 2024

Where do my preferences begin and his end?

I had a panic moment this morning as I opened the Hilton app to check into the hotel I booked for tomorrow night.  Hilton properties give you the chance to choose your room when you check in on the app.

My first reflex was to click on the top floor.  That is where we always choose.  We always pick the top floor if we can, far from the elevator, ideally with a view of the parking lot (so he can keep an eye on his car).  But whose preferences are those?  His?  Ours?  Do I agree with them?  This was my chance to choose any room I wanted without his influence.  Did I want to follow our normal criteria?  

I don't know the answer to those questions.  So I cycled through the various floors of this three-story hotel to see all the options.  I remember not liking a room we got placed in once that was on the ground floor.  It was noisy from people in the lobby.  So I eliminated the first floor.  And then I settled on a second floor room near the stairs.  We'll see if I like it.

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