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I took a quick shower, got dressed, set up my luggage, and headed to the lobby to find the so-called business center. "Its over there". The clerk pointed to this single L-shaped desk placed between the entrance and their breakfast area. It had a professional fax machine - good, a quality laser printer - good, lots of desk space - good....and what's this? No frickin' computer! I wasn't furious but I was quite nurg-ed (my little sister invented this word when she was four and it sounded so appropriate that its stuck between my brother and I. When someone is nurging someone else, he's not exactly making him 'annoyed' or 'infuriated'. Nerg-ed (pronounced like Nerf but with a 'g') is something between those two emotions. "You know that there is no computer there, right?" I replied with an obvious bit of nurgness in my voice. In short, she shrugged and said 'B.Y.O.C.' (Bring your own computer). Riiight.
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