A few years back I was on a consulting engagement visiting a co-op in a very rural area of the Missouri Ozarks. The town only had one motel and I’m being generous calling it a motel. It was a fishing camp on a river and its marque board advertised water-beds in every room. I didn’t check into it, but I believe they might have offered an hourly rate.
This entry was posted in Co-op Life and tagged co-op, Cooperatives, humor, life, musings, satire, small business, work, writing on May 28, 2014 by Terry.