The hotel clerk didn’t have my reservation. Nor did she have an empty room.
“I am sorry, sir,” she said. “We are completely booked. I am happy to make some phone calls –”
“But it’s high season!” I said. “Everywhere’s booked!”
“Perhaps someone made a cancellation.”
“It’s the snowiest January on the East Coast since 1977,” I said. “No one’s canceling.”