Our mini-vacation was…an adventure to say the least. I’m splitting it up into 2 (or 3) posts to keep you guys coming back for more. Let me start a few months ago when I found the deal on Travelocity with their “secret” rooms. If you’ve never shopped with them, secret rooms are hotel rooms you can get really cheap but the catch is they don’t tell you where you’re going to be staying. I suppose it was a risk I was willing to take, I knew by the end of May J-Bird & I would want to take a few days off & go to the beach.
So Tuesday we packed up the car pumped & ready to get to the beach. 2 and a half hours later we were checking in to a Travelodge, which happened to be the room Travelocity booked us with their secret stinking room. Upon opening the door to room 238, the smell hit us like a brick wall. I’m pretty sure strippers & drug dealers were in this room the evening before we arrived. We figured we’d already paid for it, the money was non-refundable, perhaps we could just stick it out.
Upon further inspection, I found what may or may not have been puke on the carpet by the bed. Disgusted, I lifted up the comforter to see something brown splattered (blood? had a drug deal gone bad?) all up the side of the bed. This marked meltdown number 1. I screamed. J-Bird started Googling other hotels in the area.
As J-Bird found another hotel & packed the room up, I went to turn our room keys in & complain. As I approached the lobby I tried to remind myself not to be rude to the tiny Indian man who stood behind the counter. I put the keys down and sternly said We will not be staying in your hotel this evening. He, of course started asking about the room’s cleanliness & if we would like a new room. No, sir. The carpet is disgusting. It smells horrible. We’re just going somewhere else. Thanks anyway.
What happened next is where things get fuzzy. He started handing me cash. Out of the register. Now, our room was supposed to be non-refundable, so I’m not sure why he was handing me money. Also, just pointing out, but we paid $80 for the room, in the end, he gave me $67. I don’t know how this worked out, but I’m pretty sure I robbed the guy. The worst part? I was so mad, I took the money.
I ran to the car & screamed to J-Bird to get in because I had just robbed the owner of the hotel. We freaked out & drove away.
10 minutes later we were checking into a Days Inn which was much much better. We then had to make the tough decision of whether we wanted to go to the beach or just stay in the room. Stay tuned for part 2 tomorrow to see where we ended up & how we may have accidentally robbed a girl later that night.