it's nice actually...

To spend time in a hotel with public spaces not dominated by people who wander around aimlessly, bellow at one another, stare off into space and occasionally snort derisively at nothing, bleat unfunny comedic lines from old TV shows, excitedly and loudly plan out how they are going to deliver some canned conversation they've had every weekend for forty years, fall just short of having visible stink lines steaming from their bodies, collect themselves into groups of 25 in order to sit at a table that seats eight, and who then walk up to me and say, "Hey, you seem okay. Why aren't you a giant asshole as you were advertised as being?"

Also, they know how to behave in the elevator.