At the end of day three of our trip, our wandering caravan found itself tired of driving, tired of corn, and tired enough to want nothing more than to find a comfortable place to sleep. In an effort to save money, we decided to leave behind the extravagant lifestyle we had lead on our first night of the trip when we blew a whopping $130.00 on a hotel room and instead found ourselves checking into a Motel 6 (Motel 666 in my mind...) in Effingham, Ohio ("I don't want effing-ham! I want effin-turkey!"). We checked in and were pleasantly surprised upon entering our room to find tropical/metropolitan comforter awaiting us.
Tropical/Metropolitan Comforter
The comforter was welcoming and friendly. So welcoming, in fact, that when we lifted it we wished that the people who had visited the room before us hadn't been so inclined to visit it. I'm not sure which had more presence on the sheets below the comforter: foot resideue or green puss. Shortly after surveying the infectious bed situation, Sarah visited the bathroom and was greeted by a porcelin bowl complete with old urine. The tub held another goody, a rim of dirt from a pervious bathmat.
Dirty, Dirty Tub
To add to the fun of the the situation inside the room, we had a room full of inebriated men a floor below us outside the room. On our way up to our temporary abode, we could hear one of the men yelling, "Git out hur!!! Thur ir three of em!" Once we got into our room and took note of the situation, Lauren and I decided that we should try to find clean sheets to make our night less disgusting.
The concierge was new and didn't know where to find fresh sheets, so instead we used a plethora of towels to create a barrier between us and the residue of the people who had slept in the beds before us. On the way back into the room after getting towels, one of the fellas (fell-uhs in Effingham) yelled up to Lauren, "How old err ewe??" Lauren asked why and he asked if we were older than seventeen to which Lauren replied with, "Yes, definitely older than seventeen." His response to Lauren was equal parts frightening and illegal: "Then come on down!" We politely declined by running towards the door. Lauren yelled, "We're fourteen and a half! Sorry!" as I cried out repeatedly, "Mom! Mom!", while banging on the door of our room. We escaped without any bodily injury, but the wounds of that night's events will take years to fully heal.
The concierge was new and didn't know where to find fresh sheets, so instead we used a plethora of towels to create a barrier between us and the residue of the people who had slept in the beds before us. On the way back into the room after getting towels, one of the fellas (fell-uhs in Effingham) yelled up to Lauren, "How old err ewe??" Lauren asked why and he asked if we were older than seventeen to which Lauren replied with, "Yes, definitely older than seventeen." His response to Lauren was equal parts frightening and illegal: "Then come on down!" We politely declined by running towards the door. Lauren yelled, "We're fourteen and a half! Sorry!" as I cried out repeatedly, "Mom! Mom!", while banging on the door of our room. We escaped without any bodily injury, but the wounds of that night's events will take years to fully heal.
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Sounds disgusting- you should've spent the night at hotel 'St. Franics' with us!! Thanks for stopping by Indianapolis- it was great to see all of you guys!
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