BEES

Angie stood on the sidewalk outside the airport thinking how great it would be to be home and cosy with a book and some tea. Or, maybe doing something really fabulous and exicitng like running a restaurant. Not for the first time she felt just the tiniest bit of anger toward her sister. As she stood considering all this, a cab pulled up. The driver hopped out, “you here for the convention?”
Angie nodded, what the heck, she thought, let’s see where this goes.
In the cab she noted the driver’s reggae music and a postcard image of the Eiffel Tower. “Are there are a lot of people in town for the convention?”
“Some,” said the driver, “it’s just easy to tell who’s from around here and who’s not.”
“I could just be coming home from somewhere,” Angie said.
“Not with those shoes,” he said.
Angie looked down at the Uggs slippers she was wearing. “Not too practical, I guess,” she said staring out at the drifts of snow.
The driver grunted. They were both silent until he pulled in the drive of a of the Longhouse Alaskan Hotel.
( http://www.longhousehotel.com/ )
A sign propped on an easel by the front door read, Welcome BEES Convention on Alaskan Building Energy Efficiency Standards.
(http://www.ahfc.state.ak.us/reference/bees.cfm)