As it turns out, Finn and Leon had an opportunity to travel to New York! Leon, being the traveler that he is, had already been to New York. But Finn, even though he’s the lucky one, had never had the opportunity. But it looked like it was going to happen now! Not sure if they would fit in the plane, they checked out their size before making an attempt to get on.
Lucky for both the traveler and the lucky one, they were the right size and the flight was very uneventful.
“But what does uneventful mean?”, they wondered. It’s not like there weren’t things happening. There were people getting up to find their pills, books, iPods or whatever. And there were people getting out of their seats to go find the funny little seat in the back of the plane. There were also some uniformed-type-people who brought drinks and snacks and stuff and reminded you to fasten your seatbelt.
As Finn and Leon pondered the “uneventful” question, a nicer passenger-by said that an uneventful trip is one in which nothing catastrophic happens, like wings falling off and stuff.
“Oh.”
Then, yes, it was an uneventful flight. And so was the taxi ride. But the Hotel experience was quite eventful! When they got to the Hotel, they found that it had hundreds (hundreds? Well, lots anyway) of little rooms that Finn and Leon had previously learned were called elevators (still no relation to darth vader). They jumped into one of them, not knowing that you had to select the floor you wanted before you got on the elevator.
As they were riding the elevator up, they wondered why they didn’t see any buttons to push. They thought they wanted to get off on (off on? that sounds funny) the 25th Floor, but the elevator didn’t stop there. The elevator stopped at 41, instead. Then it went down to 8 and then back up to 27. This up and down stuff went on for several hours until a nice elevator-rider-person told them that they needed to get off of the elevator and use the buttons on the wall in the lobby to tell the elevator system which floor they wanted to go to. Then the elevator system would tell them which elevator to get on. “Oh!”, “that makes sense… sorta!” So they thanked the nice elevator-rider-person and got off the elevator on the 3rd Floor.
They finally made it to their room. And looking out the window they got to see the lights of Times Square! Cool!
