So we're stuck in this hotel. It's perfectly adequate, and not one iota more, but my God the people. I got onto the elevator yesterday morning, running a minute late, and was joined by a nice, round lady in a tracksuit coming out of the breakfast room.
She was holding a plate, reverently, covered with a napkin. She looked at me, wide-eyed and almost dazed at the thought that, as she told me, "They have sausage every day."
After a beat: "An' mah li'l doggie's goona be soooo fat!"
Paints a picture.