Today's OneWord: Revolving

How many times must we pass through the same revolving door to the same hotel lobby, waving to the same doorman as he tips his gold braided cap to us? How many times must we shuffle awkwardly into an elevator that never leads us to the stars? How many rooms must we rotate through before finding one with a queen-sized bed that's still suitable for serfs like us? It's all too warm, too formal, too ornate; I'd rather just go home.

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