That’s funny and that’s how this motel clerk was set up. Like he was in a check cashing place in a bad part of town.
Like you, it was late and I was tired and I figured I got this far into commitment so I headed to the room.
Everything, well it seemed like everything, was held together with duct tape. Old duct tape. The little refrigerator was duct taped closed. The bathroom door hung away from the frame even though it was duct taped, too. The closet door was sealed with duct tape.
I didn’t pull the blanket off the pillow because I once spent a night or two at the Rockpile so I knew what sleeping with rats was like and that’s what came to mind. I slept clothed with both feet in my boots and on the floor with a 9mm next to me.
What a trip.
Good Story.
I would have pissed outside myself.
“... everything, was held together with duct tape.”
Oh man that is funny.
I recall once where the other guy was driving stopped at a place that didn’t look the greatest.
“I don’t care - as long as it’s got a shower.”
The place was okay, except when I turned on the shower it ran rusty. After 10 minutes like that I figured it wasn’t going to clear up. I just had to laugh, that was all I was looking forward to was getting clean. I did have diaper wipes in the truck so I could clean up a bit.
All of that said - taking the off-beaten path and stopping at some of the dives along the way DOES provide the most memories of a trip. As long as the memories don’t include diahrea or bedbugs.
When we would do roadtrips with the kids we would go on the off beaten trail. Once went about 200 miles on dirt roads going to Las Vegas. There were some old volcanic cones and an old fort along the way. The fort was cool - still some walls, crop fields surrounding it, and an old wood sign saying what it was. It probably saw 20 tourists a year.
“... everything, was held together with duct tape.”
Oh man that is funny.
I recall once where the other guy was driving stopped at a place that didn’t look the greatest.
“I don’t care - as long as it’s got a shower.”
The place was okay, except when I turned on the shower it ran rusty. After 10 minutes like that I figured it wasn’t going to clear up. I just had to laugh, that was all I was looking forward to was getting clean. I did have diaper wipes in the truck so I could clean up a bit.
All of that said - taking the off-beaten path and stopping at some of the dives along the way DOES provide the most memories of a trip. As long as the memories don’t include diahrea or bedbugs.
When we would do roadtrips with the kids we would go on the off beaten trail. Once went about 200 miles on dirt roads going to Las Vegas. There were some old volcanic cones and an old fort along the way. The fort was cool - still some walls, crop fields surrounding it, and an old wood sign saying what it was. It probably saw 20 tourists a year.