On another such business trip to Chicago, we were all staying at the Congress (?) on Michigan Avenue, and they were beyond full.
I'd reserved a non-smoking room but the one they gave me was reeking as though a pack had just been smoked in there, and they insisted it was impossible to change rooms. I suffered through it that night, but oddly enough, when I came back into it the following afternoon it was like there had never been a puff taken there. Thank goodness, because they still couldn't change me.
But I love Chicago...
