My Bad View

I travel a few times a year.  Usually for vacation.  Sometimes for work.   I don't pay a lot for hotel rooms, but I do stay in quality establishments.  I almost never have complaints about the room - size, cleanliness, amenities are all up to snuff.

But then I look out the window.

I somehow manage to wrangle the worst possible view from the best properties.  These are nice hotels!  I'm a nice person!  Why do I always get a view of...

HVAC units?

Parking garages?

The Interstate?

Dumpsters? 

For a very long time, I fought it.  I asked, Why me?  What have I done to deserve this?  

But lately, I've come to embrace the madness of it all.  I actually look forward to seeing what atrocity I awaits me when I pull back the curtain.  

Welcome to My Bad View.