Since I am retired and have a lot of alleged spare time, the kids voted that I should find us three reasonable motel rooms. Variable wish lists from a few became very challenging.
Because I couldn’t find everyone’s wishes and wanting to please, I started getting an eye twitch.
After corresponding with all, while trying to keep the e-mail short since reading e-mail from your cell phone has to be less than two sentences. I’ve concluded no one read the third sentence which stated to go to my website and read the complete letter.
Everyone was getting unhappy about the lack of their special amendments, so I decided to look for rooms that I could afford.
The hostel slept twenty to a room and was very cheap, but I decided against it since all of you upper-middle-class families are too used to being coddled with things like clean towels.
I looked at pictures on the Internet and found a nice-looking motel close to the airport, deluxe rooms with two vibrating queen beds for four at a price of $55.00 a night, or $13.75 per person. Not cheaper than the hostel but guaranteed to have amenities like free wireless for those with rooms with a line of sight to the nearby train station.
After I booked the rooms, I thought it better to read some of the prior guests’ comments. I believe some people are very picky and expect a five-star service for a one-star price, but here is what I found:
Close to a correction facility and airport, the noise prevents sleep and fears of potentially escaping prisoners.
Lice-infested dump.
Lacks necessary amendments like toilet paper.
Better sleeping in your car.
They stole MY towels.
Free parking is only for 1 night, after that your car will be stolen.
Should the comments be true, you’ll be SORRRRY because I am not canceling the damn booking.
Love Mom
SOMEONE READ MY LETTER AND THEY BOOKED THEIR OWN PLACE AND ARE PAYING THREE TIMES AS MUCH¦
Most of the wedding party did not read the letter on my website, and we arrived a week later at the motel I booked. The motel was jam-packed with automobiles. You had to walk sideways in-between the parked cars to get to the lobby for the motel keys. The guest in front of me was scantly dressed with butt cheeks showing. The place smelled funny, and the carpet looked like the inside of my garage floor that hadn’t been cleaned in years.
I suddenly heard a recognizable high-pitched voice, yelling on his cell phone outside the lobby,
“No! No! Go to Dennys and stay put, will call you¦ theirs no parking space here, don’t come!
I got the keys, and a few of the wedding parties looked in the rooms.
It stinks I’m not staying said, my loud mouth son. One guest said she was okay with the next room which didn’t smell so bad.
“Come on Mom, open your eyes¦ focus, focus. Cancel. We’re finding something else!”
I couldn’t convince the upper-middle-class snobs to stay. I focused and saw a few unsavory characters as I looked down from the second floor and witnessed one person three cars down attempting to hotwire a car. Well, maybe it’s best to find us another motel.
We found a reasonable 4-star motel four blocks down the road, and Rich called the rest of the wedding guests and gave them the address. Good thing they didn’t see the place I booked. When they travel, they book in the most expensive hotels and require 24-hour room service.
If they bothered to read the reviews from other previous guests, I must say those guests were gentle with their comments. They could have found their own accommodations.
Yup, I always like a good bargain; I guess they didn’t realize what a good bargain I could find.