I drove six hours to check into my new luxury resort, only for the front desk clerk to toss a keycard at my feet.

stared down at us. A tiny red light blinked steadily on its face. I noted the angle. It had a clear, unobstructed view of the desk. It had captured the way he pushed my ID away. It had captured the way he threw the keycard on the floor. It was capturing my absolute stillness, and his aggressive, frantic movements.

“Yes, Frank, it’s Justin at the front continue reading …