So I’m finally getting around to writing about our trip across the country from Boston to Seattle. It’s a miracle, I know! Since this story is wicked long, I’m going to break it out into four parts. Enjoy!
The trip started out great. We got to Pennsylvania by the end of the first day, and decided to stop for the night. The next morning we continued on to the lovely state of Indiana. (That was sarcasm in case you didn’t notice.)
When we arrived in Indiana we were exhausted and had been driving all day. The boy had had just about enough. And so had mom and dad. Handsome had been screaming for, I kid you not, two hours. Yeah, 120 minutes. 3,600 seconds. Do you know what it’s like to listen to a toddler scream at the top of his lungs for two whole hours? I pray you never have to find out.
At that point, we were exhausted. We just wanted to stop, shower, and relax. We decided to stop at a well-known hotel chain, which one, I will not share.
We get there and we think, hey this is great, it’s gotta be a good deal since the university is nearby. The rate was indeed reasonable, so we booked two rooms, one for the guys and one for us.
As we’re unloading the truck, we start to see that maybe this isn’t the hotel for us. There seemed to be a lot of unsavory characters in the area, to say the least.
The husband and the guys decided to go and get some ice and some snacks for us to eat before we decide where to get dinner from. My husband comes back not 10 minutes later, looks at me seriously, says, “I’ll be right back” and goes outside. I’m thinking,”What the hell. Is something going on?”
Just then, my brother comes in and says “Hey I know you guys got a reasonable rate and everything but I don’t think we should be staying in this hotel.”
My response to him was, “Why, what’s going on?”
He looked at me and said, “Your husband just got propositioned by a prostitute.”
While they were unloading the truck, my brother noticed that they were being watched by a group of what appeared to be gangsters or drug dealers or something of that nature. They were watching and whispering. One of them even pointed in the direction of our truck. So we realized that that hotel probably wasn’t the place to park our U-Haul with all of our belongings inside.
My husband came back into the room and told me that we needed to find another hotel. I asked him what was going on and he told me we’d talk about it later and we should just get out of there.
Oh yeah, that didn’t freak me out one bit!
We loaded up the truck again and the husband went inside to ask for a refund. He told the woman at the desk what happened and she was visibly shaken and looked almost embarrassed about the whole thing. I mean, this is a very popular hotel chain. She apologized profusely and gave us a full refund.
We left Hotel Hooker and went to another popular chain that was a little further down the road. The new hotel was much nicer, and was probably going to be about twice the cost of the other hotel, but at that point we wanted somewhere nice and somewhere somewhere safe. Cost be damned.
We get to the new hotel as the woman behind the desk was having difficulty unlocking her office door. She told my husband, if he jumped over the counter to open the door from the inside, that she’d go ahead and give us a really discounted rate for helping her out.
My husband, always one to help and me always up for a good deal, agree that he should go ahead and jump the counter to help her out. We ended up staying in a beautiful big suite, which costed us the same price as Hotel Hooker, sans hookers!
What a blessing!
After settling in, my husband decided to finally break the news to me. Just as they were pulling the U-Haul into the new hotel, it sputtered and died.
I freaked out, to say the least.
Exhaustion, a screaming toddler, hookers and bad hotels. Now the freaking U-Haul died. Seriously? Ugh…
The next installment will be published tomorrow. Stay tuned, kids!
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