Guess Who Got Pissy First: Day 6
He was trying to find a hotel that I would be happy with, but the problem was that he drove away from civilization into the hundreds of miles of "petrified forest naval reserves" to do so. I had found a red roof inn in flagstaff on my phone but after about five u-turns we decided that it was non-existant. We did find a whole stretch of hotels, but none of them looked good to me because I wanted red roof. Bobby noticed my mood and hopped back on the freeway to find something else for us. A) there was absolutely nothing on the map ahead, B) he had been commenting for the past hour about how tired he was. After about two desolate offramps and a few ignored hints I asked him to go back. We pulled up to a kind of yucky place and I used my best cheery vicky impression to say it was fine. He wasn't buying it. He tried holding my hand and offering to keep looking but by then I was a grump head so I "hmpf"ed and flailed a limp hand at him. I was about to jump out of the car to get our room but he pulled me back in and held my face to make me look at him. He told me a bunch of wonderful complements and asked me to give him five more minutes to keep looking, and I melted. We drove around the corner and found a pretty snow-covered hotel on a hill with a inexpensive room right by the door on the first floor.
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