“We removed the closet door until you check out. Please let us know it there’s anything you need. Thank you and Enjoy your stay!!”  Charles, from hotel maintenance, left this cordial message taped on the door to our newly carpeted king suite while we were out grabbing our first meal in over twenty-two hours.  It had been a long day of travel challenges between flight cancellations due to crew rest, jumping airlines, maintenance issues, alternate routing, and de-icing procedures. By the time we rented a car and drove another 45 miles to our destination, we were a little frazzled and mildly exhausted. You can only operate so long on a Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha from the terminal kiosk and a bag of complementary airline pretzels. Once we wheeled our luggage through the hotel lobby and up to the fourth floor, it took only a few minutes to unpack the belongings and settle in.  Upon closing the closet door, it popped off the upper track and leaned dangerously close to the bed.  Now let me explain something. I am married to the most amazing man who is an engineering marvel. And I adore him for his problem-solving skills. However, after a day of testing my patience level by racing through airport terminals, I was more than eager to “Call the Guy!”  Still ignoring his exhaustion, he gave it a valiant effort before succumbing to the alternative.  Minutes later, we headed out the door and left our worries behind in pursuit of Southern Hospitality.