This morning I woke up and realized something that I simply take for granted. When we travel we depend on so many people to execute their assigned tasks — ideally flawlessly, but at least to execute them.
Our days and our successes rely on others. We couldn’t accomplish even the simplest things on our own. (See also, “I, Pencil“)
And just one of those people, at an airport hotel, has the ability to turn your entire day for better or worse.
Now, the basic principles of choosing an airport hotel are:
- You choose the hotel attached to the airport (if one exists and you can afford it).
- You choose the most recently renovated hotel. Airport properties tend to take more of a beating more quickly than other properties.
But there’s a third thing that I factor. When I’m staying at an airport hotel I’m usually getting in late and departing early. And at a minimum I’m usually departing early. Or else I wouldn’t be staying at an airport property, I’d choose some place more interesting.
And so I highly value a hotel that has a coffee stand in the lobby — some like the Sheraton LAX have a Starbucks, others like the Marriott Seattle have their own, it doesn’t much matter. The key is an ability to get a better cup of coffee than I can make in the room at a very early hour.
So I was disproportionately crushed this morning when I woke up at the Hilton JFK (my first Hilton stay after dropping below Gold status and insisting on remaining that way) to find that the person who works the coffee stand in the lobby hadn’t shown up to work.
Photo of the coffee shop in the lobby taken on a pevious visit. What are the odds I’d just happen to have one of those?
Now I have to go remind myself that the lack of a specialty coffee shouldn’t ruin my whole day. After all, everthying’s amazing and nobody’s happy.
And having so reminded myself, I will say thank you to each and every person who keeps me moving each day on the road.