Today, I am crabby about the New York Hilton that charges money if you turn around. I'm sure that somewhere there's a charge for air on my bill. And, what, I ask you, is the thinking behind air conditioning turned on so high that everyone wears coats and sweaters inside? I pitied the poor women who were trying to look dressed up and so shunned the coat because then they stood around shivering. Spoils the effect of the slinky dress, people. Turn down the AC you freaks. There's a TV in the elevators. YUCK!!!! That is a major irritation. I had to pay to use the gym. I had to pay to use the computers for 15 minutes! Sheesh. Plus, it seems that in Manhattan there is no place to get a decent espresso. Starbucks does not count. Which is another thing that makes me crabby. Starbucks where you have to ask for a quadruple just to be able to tell you got espresso with your milk. No espresso makes me really really crabby.