Complaint of the Day: Our motel, which was really very nice, had a small lounge area where we decided to have a drink while collecting photos from the day for this blog. Anne ordered an Old Fashioned from the young bartender, and she had to tell him how to make it. After taking one sip she found it to be undrinkable, but she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. She took it to the bathroom to empty it, and brought it back to table as if she had actually finished it. I married a saint.