Final night of the road trip.
Palm Springs, from whence we launched.
This time, an overnight at The Parker, a supposed "high end"resort (though they prefer the word estate).
It is clear The Parker discriminates against children.
And as my two grandsons are part of the equation, we are not just relegated to their North Building, but as far as one can possibly get from the lobby/bar/restaurants (figure a quarter-mile).
So far away, in fact, Internet connection does not exist.
The Parker's way of handling it: "The Internet is down, being fixed, should work in an hour."
Hours later, still no Internet.
Someone is sent to assess the problem.
Finally, some honesty: "Out here, you're too far away."
Phone call to Amex: "Don't plan on me paying anything for this experience. You booked it, you're eating it."
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