I promised a motel story yesterday. Since we travel by car
pretty often and we don’t like to be tied down to a specific place or time to
stop for the day, we don’t always have reservations.
This story is about one Christmas when we were going from Oklahoma
to Pennsylvania to spend the
holiday with Mr. B’s folks. We’d planned on making the trip in two days but it
was getting late and had started to spit a little snow so we decided to stretch
it out one more night.
Trouble was there were folks who did make reservations and
hotel rooms were scarcer than pennies during the depression. We were somewhere
in Virginia when I saw a miracle.
A big motel sign with “vacancy” flashing all pretty and inviting. So we whipped
off the highway and drove up in front of the office of this old 50’s style
motel.
Not one single car was in the parking lot and that should
have been my first clue. I’ll plead weariness and tiredness for my defense at
that point.
I hopped out of the pickup truck and went inside where I
asked the man for a room with a king-sized bed. He told me it would cost
$29.95. Now this was in the days when a good motel ran about $70. I whipped out
my credit card and he told me he didn’t take cards, only cash or checks. Second
defense item: I’m a sucker for a bargain.
So I told him I didn’t carry cash and I was from southern Oklahoma .
He said he would still take a check. Third defense: I was too tired to run and
maybe I was being paranoid.
I wrote the check, took my key to the room right next to the
office and we unloaded our things. That’s when I usually called the kids to let
them know we had stopped for the night (pre cell-phone days) and let them know
where we were. Only there was no phone. There was a place in the dust on the
table where it used to be and a jack in the wall, but no phone.
So I go back to the office and ask where a pay phone is and
make it very clear that I’m calling my children to let them know exactly where
I am. He handed me his private cordless phone and said to make the call on it.
No charge. Just call. I’d flat out run out of defenses but I wasn’t going to
waste $29.95.
I went back to the room to find a movie about to start on
the television. Mr. B and I settled in to watch it. Have you ever watched Switchback
where Danny Glover is a serial killer?
By the time it was over, I was convinced the guy over there
in the office was going to kill me graveyard dead for the Christmas presents in
the back of my little red pickup truck. I could hear him over there through the
wall, shower running, probably cleaning up from the last kill he’d made right
there in Motel Room #1.
However, if I could hear him, then he’d be able to hear me.
Right? Made sense to me.
I pulled a chair over in front of the bathroom door, turned
on the light and started out to the truck to get the romance book I had been
reading. But I could not make myself take a single step out into that cold
winter night. Luckily, there was a Gideon Bible in the dresser drawer. By
morning I could discuss the book of Exodus with scholars!
Mr. B snored all through the night. I read, watched the
clock and flushed the potty every thirty minutes. After all, if I could hear
him, he could hear me.
At five o’clock
the next morning we left the key where the phone used to be and went on our
way. And that feller is probably telling his grandkids stories today about how
he rented a room to a chubby gray haired lady who snuck a loud grizzly bear
with diarrhea into Motel Room #1 about fifteen years ago.
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ReplyDeleteNow that's funny! We made a trip from Georgia to Las Vegas a few years back. Yes we drove all the way. We made fuel and eat stops and a 4 hour nap at a motel. I knew it was a horrible hotel when we got out and two guys walked by our truck and spit on the hood of it. I didnt say anything because I didn't want to spend the night in jail because my hubby beat the snot out of them or shot them. Finally after his 4 hour nap we headed back out. It took us 25 hours to make the trip. Can't wait till our next road trip, we are headed north to the Dakotas and Montana!
ReplyDeleteHave fun. I have been to Montana but not the Dakotas. You'll have to post about it! Karma will bite those two fools in the butt...and when it does they will remember what they did. Idiots!!
ReplyDeleteI hope it takes two chunks out of their butt! It was a new truck to boot. I can't wait to go in another trip!
DeleteLove the story. Mr. A and I had a similar thing happen to us many years ago!!
ReplyDeleteKind of scary, isn't it Jerrie? When I was working at the newspaper and we returned from a trip, the ladies always wanted to know my newest "motel" story! It's a real conversation starter for sure!
DeleteAnd Jerrie, always, always remember to take your book inside with you! LOL!! Or maybe you and I can discuss Exodus at RomCon this fall! LOL
DeleteLove it! You have such a unique perspective.
ReplyDeleteI think it's fun to stay at old historic hotels. Just be prepared for teeny tiny showers or out of order elevators!
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