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My Worst Hotel Experience
A bad hotel experience
Growing up at the beach, I had my fair share of bad hotel experiences. I have seen everything from bugs in the food to the maid throwing away my clothes. My most memorable hotel experience occurred when I was 14 years old and my mom sent me to live with my biological dad. He drove 5 hours to pick me up so he decided to get a cheap room for the night and then drive back in the morning.
The room didn’t seem bad when we first arrived. The beds were made and it appeared clean and quiet. We laid back and watched some television and caught up on each other’s lives. As the night went on my dad got a little tipsy from drinking vodka and fell asleep on one of the beds. I pulled back the covers and crawled into the other bed. It was warm in the room so I spent some time tossing and turning. I couldn’t get to sleep because I felt like I was sweating. It was when I pulled the covers up over my head and got a good whiff that I realized it wasn’t sweat that I was feeling. The bed had been pissed in and then made right over it. As soon as I realized I was lying in a wet bed I jumped up and starting shaking my dad telling him the bed had piss on it. I asked him to please go to the office and get some new sheets. I guess he had drank more than I thought because he simply stood up and got in the wet bed and said I could sleep in the dry one. That was good enough for me.
As I got comfy in my new warm, dry bed I started to hear the crowd outside. It was about the time for all the drunks to get out of the bar and apparently they had all decided to hang out in the hotel parking lot. I laid there as I listened to screaming, laughing, fighting, and crying from all the drunken people outside. I finally fell asleep a short while later.
Two hours later I was rudely awakened by the hotel door swinging open and a young woman running in and doing a belly flop on my bed. She was laughing, obviously drunk, as she turned to look at the guy now walking into our hotel room. Before I could figure out what was going on, she crawled up further into the bed until her arm touched my leg. She jumped up and screamed “There’s somebody in this room!” They both started laughing hysterically and ran out. My dad had woken up by this time so he walked up to the office only to find out the clerk had given the couple the wrong room key.
We laughed it off and laid back down thinking this hotel stay could not possible get any worse. Somehow we managed to sleep the rest of the night despite all the commotion going on outside. The next morning, my dad and I took our turns in the shower and got dressed. We enjoyed our breakfast that we had brought with us and packed our things. We were walking out the door still laughing about the craziness the night before when my dad stopped dead in his tracks with a shocked look on his face. I turned to see our car, parked right in front of our hotel window, sitting on 4 cinder blocks! The drunks had stolen all four of the tires 15 feet from where we were sleeping! It took us most of the day to deal with the police report and getting new tires on the car. As frustrating as it was, we couldn’t help but laugh about it the whole way home.