So after last night’s post Ryan and I went to the cheapest room we could find in Springfield MO. It was only $25, which is what we have paid to camp at some places. When I walked in the office door to the motel, the first thing the lady, I think it was a lady, said to me was well at least I can tell you are not hiding a wife and three kids, referencing the fact that I was on a motorcycle. Now I do not want to sound mean, but she had a huge mustache. I know some women just have slightly higher levels of testosterone, and so they get some fuzz on top of their lips. This however was no fuzz, it was thicker and longer than mine. It had definitely been growing for quite some time, and I was truly amazed by it. I asked for the cheapest room, and so she set me up with a one bed room right next to the office.
I went to pay with my debit card, and she said, “We can’t take that hear.”
“What do you take?” I said.
“Real Money,” She replied in an angry voice.
I was unaware that debit cards were not real money, especially at a motel where credit cards are usually required. Anyway we got some cash, got the key, went to open the door. The key did not work, Ryan and I both tried, but it just would not budge. It seemed she gave us the wrong key to that room. So I went back in and told her. She did not say a thing, she just grabbed the key, went out to the room, and wiggled the key in the door handle for like 30-60 secs. It finally popped open, and then she just went back inside as if nothing was wrong. The key clearly did not work properly, but this was not a concern to her. We got in the room, put our stuff down, and then went to go see Wolverine. Suffering through a crappy room on a rainy night helps us justify spending the money to go to a movie theater. Also at the theater I tried to offer these pretty girls a ride home on the back of our motorcycles, they just laughed and walked away. That was a real ego booster.
Anyway, when we got back, Ryan set up his bed on the floor, and it was my turn to sleep in the bed. As I got into the bed, I noticed that one of the pillow cases had a blood stain on it. I went to sleep but was awaken early in the next morning by the sound of something rustling just over my head. It was the air conditioner, but it was not on. There was definitely something alive inside that air conditioner. It sounded like rats or mice of some kind. I switched the way I was lieing to have my feet closer to the air conditioner rather than my head. I would much prefer to wake up with a rat on my foot than on my face. However even with my new sense of security from the position change, I could not go back to sleep. So I decided to take a shower. I think I may have actually ended up dirtier after the shower, than before. When I went to grab the towel off of the rack the whole rack just fell right off the wall. I thought someone was going to jump out like Tommy Boy and say, “What did you do?”
Anyway, we got our stuff together and headed out of there. What an experience.
