This is a Public Service Announcement.
The Westin St. Francis...has ruined Christmas.
EVERY YEAR. For as long as I can remember, my family and I would always ride the elevators at the St. Francis for my birthday.
Tonight, in accordance with that tradition, we approached the rear of the hotel - laughing, joyful, spreading good cheer. We go past the gingerbread castle, and the tree with electronic icicles. We turn the corner, and are confronted with a SECURITY GUARD, demanding to see a room key before we can go past.
Are you serious? I demand.
...he looks a little frightened. "I need to see your room key"
But I do this every year! For my whole life. IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!
...he meekly apologizes, and insists that he needs a key.
I lay into him: "You, sir, have RUINED CHRISTMAS. EVERY YEAR FOR 25 YEARS. TRADITIONS ARE IMPORTANT"...at this point my dad starts dragging me away. He consoles me by offering to collapse, as a distraction, thereby enabling me to sneak away to my elevators.
I should have cried.