Holiday Inn

I was riding the car a few days ago when I recalled a certain thought I possessed as a little girl. See, I thought that all “Inns” were connected and part of the same business but created specifically for your needs.

There was the Sleep Inn, which was designed for sleeping. I imagined you walked in, someone would come over, take your bags, and you would be escorted to a silent room with a large, white, and fluffy bed in which you would immediately start to slumber. I thought this would be an ideal place for grown-ups traveling. There was the Holiday Inn. I imagined this Inn to be festive and lively. I couldn’t decide if it was only open during the holidays for those traveling to visit families or summer vacations or if it was merely an Inn that pretended that every day was a holiday. I hoped for the latter. There was Days Inn. This Inn was one at which you stayed if you needed to be there for a few days. Staying just one night was not an option. The Quality Inn seemed pretentious to me. The mere fact that it only advertised “quality” seemed to imply an air of priggishness. The Comfort Inn would have been my Inn of choice. It seemed to be the only one that included the possibility of having everything I could ever desire in an overnight hotel stay.

Often, I would worry that if we checked into a hotel and then changed our minds that we no longer wanted a holiday but would prefer to rest for a while that we would have to pack up and switch the the Sleep Inn. I always took notice of the locations of these Inns while riding in the car, feeling it would always be better to stay in one surrounded by the other Inn options.