1) all the buses were fucked due to the Juneteenth parade and festival. I am glad they had one, but the transit service has absolutely no information about transit changes or what to do.
2) we finally decide to get a car, but at this point we are on the edge of fried due to heat (80 and humid and very sunny) and bags (I packed for one night with emergency backup stuff, took no makeup, and it was still too heavy; Sellie did the same) and go right to the hotel, thinking maybe we could get in early.
4) We go to the front desk, Sellie goes outside, I speak to the front desk and the manager in my best “I am an unhappy but polite customer” voice, including the small smile. I am also girlmoding today. All of this is sufficiently disconcerting that we are getting a full refund.
5) after a meal and some liquids to restore ourselves, we get another car home. Dinner, instead of at a steakhouse, becomes a Wawa sandwich. We are mildly sunburned, we have pain in our shoulders, my bad knee locks up in the car and I have to massage it back into operating.
also I was glad to get home because i had to get to either the hotel room or home, because I had to use the bathroom and wasn’t sure about using the ladies room.
The plan: bus up to the big transit center, then bus from there to the King of Prussia Mall, look around, then check into a hotel.
Narrator: Things did not go as planned.
....the room is unpleasant, dusty, the sheets are dirty, and the bathtub and sink weren’t cleaned at all. Sellie starts to have a panic attack.
the bathroom and wasn’t sure about using the ladies room.