The Motel

 

We pulled into the parking lot and were greeted by a man with some teeth missing and a girl with an iguana on her arm. Not a tattoo, the real thing. When they processed our check-in, he said he had to run our credit card through for one penny, even though our card was already billed, just to show his boss that he checked us in. 

 

As my husband was getting directions to the wedding we were attending, the reason we were staying in this lovely motel, I took a look around. There were tables and chairs with vinyl table cloths on them scattered in three little sections. One section had a microwave on a small counter; another had an exercise bike right in with the dining tables; and one had an oil painting sitting on top of a table, propped against the wall.

 

He told us our room number. There were three buildings with no cars in their parking lots. Our room was in the very last building, third from the end, by a dark wooded area. Thoughts of “Psycho” came to mind. As I put the key in the door, I noticed that the door was scratched or carved around the door knob area as if it were once broken into and never repaired. Oh this is getting better and better, isn’t it? 

 

The room didn’t look too bad at first glance. Then we noticed that there was no microwave or fridge as mentioned on line. I guess that one in the lovely dining/exercise area was the aforementioned microwave.

 

And oh, what a bathroom… It had paper bath mats, no hand towels, and the toilet had one of those soft squishy toilet seats. It wasn’t much of a flusher either.  It was a dark green, very old, and the single light over the sink must have had a 40 watt bulb in it. 

 

Back to the room itself, my husband killed three spiders. He could not figure out how to get the 12-channel TV to turn on. One of the bed lamps had a hole where the push button switch should have been. We couldn’t even fill the cooler with ice and beer to get through the night – no ice machine!

 

So… we changed for the wedding and made our decision that after the wedding, we would go back to the room, pack up our stuff, and leave. We checked out at 10:25pm. We didn't even try for a refund. We just had to get out of there.