On the way home last year, we stayed in a
beautiful hotel called the Scottish Inn.
I didn’t know it was a franchise.
So when I saw an advertisement in the hotel guide for the Scottish Inn
this year, I thought it would be a good place to stop. So we found the Scottish Inn but this time it
was a terrible dump. The room was filthy
and Barb thought the ceiling was going to fall in on us while we were
sleeping. The bed was so hard that Barb
had to sleep on top of the blankets.
Barb said it was the worst hotel she had ever stayed at. It wasn’t the worst I had ever stayed at.
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