She wrote that she loved to travel to little motels and have them recommend coffee shops.

Hi,

I once loved in a dreadful little motel. It was the type of place that was frequented by those just released from prison. When I went to check in, the proprietor, a man that resembled a crushed cigarette butt, asked me for my voucher.

Uh? He looked up from whatever tattered pornography he was staring at, looked me in the eye and saw that I wasn’t fresh from the clink. He never recommended a coffee shop. In fact the he recommended to me was to lock the door.

In summation, I enjoyed your self summary. On the negative side the Internet doesn’t think highly of our chances. Then again, the Internet birthed such abominations such as Twitter and the tea party.

The end.

She never replied.