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| - Dear Akron-Fairlawn Hilton,
I'm writing today to tell you one thing more important than anything else I've ever said or done in my life: I love you.
See, while most hotels probably forget me the instant they have my credit card number, I'm pretty sure you will love and cherish me for the rest of my life.
I knew this the day we met. It was July of 2005, a day hot enough to make the devil sigh, and I was moving from Medina to Akron. My bed was in pieces, the A/C was on the fritz, and I had just worked a 13 hour shift. I really tried to tough it out in my new home, but laying in a pool of sweat....well, it's not really conducive to sleep.
I walked into your lobby around 1 am in my yoga pants (before yoga pants were acceptable to wear in public), a tank top, and barefoot, clutching my pillow, my car keys, and my credit card. I'm sure you saw the sweat stains. It wasn't pretty.
Your night manager checked me in, brought me a warm cookie and a glass of milk, parked my car, had the foresight to bring the pack of cigarettes+lighter in my center console, and escorted me to my room.
I had what was possibly the best sleep of my life in your bed. And unlike the average man, you did call in the morning. Mostly to make sure I got up in time to get something to eat, shower, and get to work on-time. I don't know if the night manager was psychic or if I had told him. Either way, it didn't matter.
More than anything else, I want to say thank you. Thank you for taking care of me when I was at my absolute worst. That manager when so far above and beyond, I feel guilty staying at any other hotel. Thank you for taking care of every friend and family member I've ever sent to you. Thank you for adding Beau's Grille (where I eat more often than I probably should ever admit).
XOXO always,
Jennifer
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