No-tell motel
My first night here in Texas was a doooozzie. First off, it took an hour to get the one bag I checked to the baggage claim. Then I took a bus to the rental car pavilion. A fucking BUS. The rental car pavilion was not even in the airport proper, but in a compound about three miles away from the terminal. It appeared to be a brand new facility.
I made my way to the Alamo counter where, since I only had a DEBIT card with me, I couldn’t rent a car without a return flight. The nice lady, Katherine, had me book a return flight, just to get the confirmation number. The travel agent asked me if I wanted a round-trip ticket. I knew that one-way ticket to Texas would come back to bite me. Anyway, after jumping through the hoops, I was the proud owner of a Kia Spectra. HOORAY!!!
At this point I decided to ask the hotel for directions. Only to be informed that I didn’t have any reservations. WHAT?!?! Apparently, the hotel stopped using their reservation system some weeks before. Great, not a hotel room to be had, anywhere. Until…. I found this place along the “beltway”. It was the only place around. And now I know why. The “lobby” had bulletproof glass between the “guests” and the person at the front desk. I knew what kind of a place this was when he asked this skanky woman if she wanted the room for the entire night. Yea. You got it. Rooms by the hour. Free porn. And a very dirty carpet. The wireless access was off of some dirty connection that crapped out constantly. Luckily, I was able to retrieve my NEW hotel plans and the phone numbers of my contacts at Eaton.
I have never turned on a tv at any hotel to see two couples butt fucking, until now. All I can say is, dudes, I’m impressed.
Personal : Comments (0) : posted Oct 2nd, 2008 by blaster
