In this world there are metropolitan areas, there are suburbs, and there are rural areas. There’s also a little place just outside of Portland that fits none of the above. Yes, there are homes with people living their lives here—going to work, stopping off at the grocery store, sleeping on sleep number mattresses. Yet, something here is different.
I get the sense there’s a lot of Viagra in this town—everyone looks unhappy either because of their lack of pocket change, or… Yes, there’s something about sitting behind a computer all day that just really takes it out of a guy. Don’t get me wrong, the guys aren’t the only unhappy people here.
A note on hotels: This is one of the few places where a hotel can exist entirely by itself. There’s no sundry shop, no Wendy’s, no gas station, no theater, no grocery store. Yep, hotels with their key purpose of housing cubicle dwellers for the evening. Rooms have kitchens for those Dilberts with extended stays, but there’s no freaking grocery stores to fill the refrigerators.
On a side note, when you ask for an ethernet cable to be delivered to your room, you get
Should this town’s sole employer ever decide to pack it up an move to lower-labor-cost countries, please be sure to burn this city down if you’re the last to leave.
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