Conventional Wisdom

Generally speaking, I prefer taking the stairs over waiting on the elevator, assuming I won’t get lost in the bowels of the convention center in the process. Sometimes that’s assuming a lot. MOST times, actually.

Also, most of the stairs in the Gaylord kind of weird me out, ‘cos they send mixed messages about whether or not you’re supposed to be in there. The doors up on the hotel floors are all “yeah, here’s some stairs, come on in!” but then they lead to exits on the convention center floors that clearly say “employees only” and I don’t wanna be someplace I’m not supposed to be. I mean, these poor hotel guys have to put up with enough crap all weekend without THIS goober stumbling into their laundry baskets.

(Historical Notes: I’m still a bit traumatized by that one early trip to AUSA where everything was under construction and some staffers started telling people to use the Employee Only stairs, despite ABSOLUTELY not having permission to do so.  Also, yes, this comic isn’t anywhere near as funny as the M.C. Escher one.)