There’s no denying that when I’m road weary, nothing is as welcoming as a clean hotel room with a pristine bathroom where I’m about to take a long, hot shower.
More to come…
An Aries (Who Knows Some Stuff)
There’s no denying that when I’m road weary, nothing is as welcoming as a clean hotel room with a pristine bathroom where I’m about to take a long, hot shower.
More to come…
My new first rule for hotel stays: Nothing lower than 4-star, the newer the better, and check the mattress creases for little creepy things.
All good standards to have. Though I can only do 4-star on someone else’s dime. Ah, the old days of business travel.
My favorite moment at an undisclosed Motel 6, was one morning in the lobby. Half of Motel 6 was full of partying hunky yet anti-social construction workers. One in full neon green from head to toe was stumbling his morning coffee. I just wanted to bump into him, so that I could say, “Oh sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
The worst moment was when some girl prostitute was going door-to-door with party favors. I thought the cockroaches and broken laundry facilities gave the place more class. And, yes, the bathroom was clean.
David! Are you guest posting for Becky today?? It’s been a while since I’ve seen one of your bathroom posts! 🙂
He would be proud of me, don’t you think?
Obviously, you didn’t pick it
Ha ha ha ha!
You know, our bad motel karma began that time we had to leave the beach house early because ten thousand relatives showed up when they weren’t supposed to and claimed our beds. I blame them.