Business men wear a Bluetooth and continuously check their smart phones while they glance at USA TODAY.
Vacationers dressed in bright colors happily chat as they cook waffles one at a time for families of five.
Sipping coffee wearing black running shorts and a tee shirt proclaiming "Happiness is no tan lines", I deal with reentry into the real world.
I'm actually reminded of how much of my life I've lived in hotels. For decades I was somewhere several times each month. I became a frequent flyer, platinum card carrier, got bumped to first class more often than not and became a true "Hotel Snob" ending up preferring Marriott for some reason.
Morning coffee was in rooms with people just like this one. Days were filled with rushing from one meeting to another, always being "on", smiling till my face hurt and laughing at things that weren't funny. I was good at it though and was often successful. Nights were spent in the hotel bar, chatting with others who'd spent their days just like me.
Sarah is sleeping squeezing out the last drops of peacefulness before we get home later today. Then there are places to take the girls, work that is behind schedule, dinners to cook and grass to cut. We return to the normalcy of a very hectic mostly virtual life.
Taking my time I sip a second cup of coffee and watch people watch television. The hotel runs out of waffle mix and people complain. A child falls on the floor and cries forcing a mother and a father to stare at one another in a stand off over whose turn it is to deal with it.
Walking to the elevator, I go get Sarah.
We're almost home.
