Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Gary here, I know Linda's been promising a post about the motel from you know where. Truth is she may have built it up a little too much, but then maybe not. Flash back to Wills Point Texas. You are soon to find out why I will never, ever forget that experience. Motel hello, good bye and good riddance.
I was driving so many long hours in the sweltering heat and I just wanted a long hot shower and a bed with clean sheets. Sometimes you get what you wish for and sometimes you get just the opposite. I had my doubts when I pulled into the motel parking lot but I hoped for the best.
Trouble was I got the worst. I called Linda and let her know where I was and when she heard the description of the location, she immediately said to leave. But I was so very tired I decided to stick it out. What a big mistake. Linda often has feelings about certain things and she's most often correct in her feelings. I should have listened.
I don't have the heart to show only horrid motel photos, so I decided to show a few of Linda's pinch pots from today, as a little relief from the graphic photos of the motel. I really hate to contaminate her wonderful pinch pots with the photos from the motel in this post. I neglected to take the worst photo of the toilet and I was admonished by Linda for neglecting that one.
Right after I get in the room I heard a banging on the outside and thought someone was knocking on my door. I opened the door to see a grammar school age girl pounding on the railing. She said, "Oh, am I disturbing you sir?" I said, "As a matter of fact you are". She said, "Well tough!"
It was then that I looked around and discovered I got much less than I expected to get for my $55 cash for the room. The bed wasn't made, the drawers were filled with food, the mirror hung askew from the wall at a dangerous angle, the shower wasn't cleaned, and then there was the toilet. Suffice it to say, the toilet was well used in more ways than one (that's the photo Linda said I should have taken).
I immediately left the room and headed for the office to request my money back for the room. The clerk promptly told me there were no refunds. I left in disgust, thinking the $55 I lost saved me from an infection and possible injuries later in the evening.
Being dead tired I drove down the road to the nearest rest area and slept in the bus, sweaty, tired, and glad to be alive and well. I am often amazed at the unique pots Linda makes from lumps of clay. I'm especially happy to see them now, having been exposed to the very worst of what can happen when traveling on the road. Comments and suggestions are welcome.