I moved swiftly. I could not afford time to bring my baggage. I stuffed as much money into my pockets as I could and then sauntered into the hotel lobby. Assuming my most casual air, I told the manager I was checking out. Naturally he was stunned since I was his best customer.
"But why, sir?" he asked plaintively.
I was baffled. What could I tell him?
"Don't you like the rooms?" he persisted. "Isn't the service good?"
"It's the rooms," I told him. "They're—they're—"
"They're what?" he wanted to know.
"They're not safe."
"Not safe? But that is ridiculous. This hotel is...."
At this point the blast came. My nerves were a wreck from the alcohol.
"See?" I screamed. "Not safe. I knew they were going to blow up!"