[Guest]

I'm sitting here in jail once again...

I'm a frequent flyer. The guards pop open a beer for me and we spend a few minutes chatting before a bellboy takes my bags up to my suite. I step into my private elevator and head up to my suite alone, winking at the guards, "I know my way." They chuckle and I go settle in for yet another short stay. I order room service and and inventory the bar. Only one bottle of El Tesoro Silver. I couldn't be expected to stay without good tequila, could I? A quick call down to the front desk and shortly three guards were busily restocking the bar and setting the table for dinner. I dismissed them with a generous tip an pat on the shoulder and settled down to enjoy the filet mignon.

Buy a house? Why when I can come here any time I want where I'm treated like a queen?