The Super Shuttle driver pulled off the highway into a janky area of Houston, and my stomach sank, hoping that this was not my stop. The driver said my name, "Are you going to an apartment?"
The hotel wasn't in the shuttle company's address base, which wasn't a good sign to begin with, but it got worse when the driver didn't recognize it either. The hotel, where I'm writing this post while alternately watching Domino's sweet online order tracker as my pizza is being made, only gave me the phone number to two places that delivered to this location. The other was Pizza Hut.
Across the street is a gas station. Otherwise I'm surrounded by highway and nowhere safe to run. I'm stuck inside of the Scott Inn & Suites with the Houston blues again.
My pizza is here.