Not being too alarmed, I continued on I-40 to Little Rock, driving late into the night, but hotel after hotel had posted "no-vacancy" signs.One helpful clerk tried to send me 30 miles north, and I figured he had some deal arranged with one of his buddies.As the night wore on I realized he'd been serious, as all area hotels were indeed booked.
Exhausted, tired, and frustrated, my alarm increasing with each new failure, a clerk finally told me that there were a few rooms left in Hot Springs, about a half-hour off I-30.In despair I drove to Hot Springs along a twisty road, found the Comfort Inn, and literally begged for a room.The girl at the desk said "We're booked up, but there's a king-smoking room downtown.
Calling the other hotel, she said, "Hold that king-smoking!I'm sending someone over for." She gave me the directions and off I went.I got to the other hotel without incident, meeting a very happy woman leaving the lobby.The girl at that desk asked with a big smile, "Are you from the Comfort Inn?" "Yes I replied."I just gave that lady your room!".