The irony is that I’m writing this hotel horror story FROM a hotel room.
My oldest son and I are on a road trip for his fourth grade Texas history project. Our goal is to take a bunch of photos for his project and collect a few essay worthy experiences along the way.
Thanks to priceline, we’re staying at a VERY nice hotel. Even so, I woke up before dark remembering all the reasons I’ve come to dread staying at a hotel.
During our long drawn out remodel, we stayed in several extended stay hotels.
My very worst memory isn’t the time the hotel water was turned off and I was sent to a “vacant” room in another building only to find a strange man finishing up his shower. It’s not the one that involves finding strange panties in the dryer with my sons’ school uniforms. It’s not even the one where the people upstairs had a “domestic disagreement” at 1am.
(Those are all real stories.)
It’s a memory that makes me sick. [Read more…]