I'm a fugitive from the law

So I'm in Hammond, IN, just south of Chicago, and I'm getting the idea that I might not be in the best part of town. It looks OK, but I'm staying in a Marriott property, there are 2 more Marriott's right behind mine, and there was a guard booth to enter the properties. It is currently unmanned, but they obviously felt it was necessary at one time. Now, instead of a guard, they have a sign as you walk in the front door that says they aren't responsible for anything that may happen in their parking lot. Not exactly the way to make the guests feel relaxed, but I guess if you are from a big city, at least you will feel at home. This hotel has the same thing that a hotel I stayed in with my brothers and sisters in KC. They have a happy 2 hours, with free drinks, on week nights. I'm not much of a drinker anymore, but it's nice to know I can stop in for a beer and snacks tomorrow night. The girl at the desk mentioned nachos, so I was in at that point and anything she said after that was blah, blah, blah. I will say that the temperature in the hallway was about 55 degrees, so they either keep meat in there or this place usually houses polar bears and penguins. There is no reason for it to be that cold. My room is set at 68, which is usually where I like it, but it seems colder to me now. I went to my thermostat and read the directions to raise it a degree or two, but found that the instructions affixed to the wall appear to be to something different. I tried and tried, but was unable to kick it up a couple of degrees. As I lay here, my body seems to be adjusting from the Arctic hallway, so I'll hold off on the call to the front desk. We had a little excitement at the end of our 5 hour drive here. The road we were on turns into a toll road just outside of Hammond. I saw the signs stating that the toll booth was ahead. I was following the Indiana signs, when a semi pulled right in front of me, I mean a foot from our front bumper. I was trying to stay off his ass, but of course, when he pulled in front of me, he also jammed on his breaks. In the midst of my heart failure, I must have missed the sign that said "Pay toll, stay right," so I zoomed by the toll booths in the left lanes reserved for those with the electronic pass things in their cars. I wasn't actually expecting the police to chase us down, but I did feel a bit like a fugitive from the law, sort of. Since it was a total accident, I'm hoping I don't end up with a big fine being sent to me. It's a rental car, so they'll have to really work to track me down, but I'd be happy to give them their $.30 if they can find me. Well I'm off to bed, have to count 3 million pounds of plastic in the morning and don't want to be sleepy when I try.