Squeeze into my tiny bathroom and discover there's no hot water. Tepid is the best it gets. Call Liz, whine. I must be worn down as the tepid water, the beige walls, beige rug, the need to put my makeup case on the floor due to lack out counter, the general ugliness of the room all seem huge. So glad Liz is here to deal with it all.
Hot water is, temporarily, out through the hotel.
But there is another suite available. It seems, we figure out, that smokers are punished in this hotels with ugly rooms. That'll teach us. There's is also a sign posed prominently on the door reminding us foolish people that smoking causes cancer. We move to the new suite.