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Our hotel room in Amsterdam is scarcely big enough for the bed. It is only trivially bigger than the 4th bedroom in my old San Francisco flat — a 5' x 9' closet we called the “penalty box,” and rented to a classmate for about $250 per month. The hotel room, although smaller, is a lot more expensive at $95 per night. At least it comes with a private bathroom, or more accurately a private shower stall that has a sink and toilet installed within it.

“This room is so small…” I began. My wife rolled her eyes. “…that you have to step outside to change your mind.” The reason this old joke got old is that people repeat it incessantly, just in case someone hasn’t already heard it. (That someone was recently found and thawed after having been frozen in a block of ice for 30,000 years.) Actually the reason I often repeat old jokes is that I rarely have any new ones to tell.