The Hyatt surely prides itself on treating each customer as royalty, and for those who expect such things, this hospitality is probably overlooked. But for Joe, being treated this well was something he would take away with him, feeling very good indeed.
"Thank you for taking me there, my friend," he said to me, adding with a sly grin, "What'd the debil say, he saw me drink so much soda? What'd the debil say?"
"He'd say, 'Hahahahaa ... if Joe keeps drinking all that soda, he gonna come down to hell and stay with me. I will put a pitchfork through his tummy and toss him into the fiery abyss. Oh yeah, and no TV or radio.'"
Joe laughed heartily. "Do it again, my friend," he said. "Do it again."