Ocean View Room
One thing Marilyn really loves is the beach. For her there is nothing better than sitting on a balcony overlooking the surf with the sound of breakers and a sea breeze. Since we would be in California anyway for the move, she decided to add a mini vacation on top of the moving festivities. Several weeks before, she carefully scouted hotels on the beach near Carpinteria and selected the Crown Plaza in Ventura. She booked an ocean view room.
We arrived late in the evening and received our room key. We pulled back the drapes. Although dark outside, it was apparent that this wasn't an ocean view room. Marilyn wasn't happy. She doesn't like to make waves (even at the beach) so she has me do it. I trudged down to the desk and requested another room. One might be available the next day. Morning light confirmed that we didn't have an "ocean view room" but an "air conditioner and seagull poop view room". This wasn't listed on the hotel reservation options
In fairness to the hotel, if you stood on the bed you could see patches of ocean between the air conditioning units. Maybe this is that fine line between "partial ocean view" and "ocean view".
The next day the hotel made good on our request and moved us to another room. This was without a doubt an ocean view room. Marilyn was happy. I was happy, but my back still hurt. That piano was heavy.