Realgirls4me
06-01-2008, 05:18 AM
I have a couple friend of mine once tell me of a room experience they had once while staying at some Asian country that I still chuckle about when I think of it.
It seems they, a newly wed couple, wanted to watch their travel expenses as much as possible so they could visit more places in that region at the time. They decided to pick on their lodging as the place to cut back on, opting for the second and third tier places of rest instead. Anyway, it seems that a place they stayed at had just undergone a paint job of their room. The painter(s) evidently chose a paint roller with a pattern on it and simply painted over the old paint thus creating a two tone effect. Everything, from the ceiling to all of the furniture was painted this way. Anyhow, at one point my friend's husband decided to move a chair away from the wall for some reason only to find that the painter had not bothered to move the chair when he had applied his patterned roller to the chair. Yep, on the wall was a perfect outline of where the chair would be resting against, as was the case with any of the other furniture positioned near the walls of the room. The painter(s) apparently painted everything they could, but could not be troubled with something as common sensible as pulling stuff away from the walls so the walls could receive a coat of the new paint. Granted, it wasn't the Marriot, nor they they expect it to resemble it in any way, but geez, wtf??? ...Moral of the story: You generally get what you pay for in life. In this case it was an Asian version of the bumbling, inept handymen Ralph and Alf Monroe of the old Green Acres sitcom doing the painting. :)
Why did I bring this anecdote up? Well, I was the mystery guest who showed up and accompanied Felicia and Hara to the Cobra Club Thursday night. Being that I live about two hours away and that I drive a vehicle with a V8, I attempted to save a little money on the lodging front to offset the high price of gas, which is around $4.20 a gallon right now around southern California. In my determination to find a cheap clean place and in turn also punish the gas gods, I temporarily forgot about the One generally gets what they pay for adage not knowing or realizing just what is permitted under the law as a legal place of stay. ...This place should simply be condemned, and calling it a "dump" does a grave disservice to dumps.
Okay, beside the price, here are what should have been red flags to yours truly:
* Not one car in the parking lot when I arrived -- not one!
* The place accepts cash only.
* As I am being led to my room, I'm told that he, the manager, must open the room for me. I am not allowed a key in other words. Let me explain: After paying for a room, I don't have a key to MY room. He did not give me a key! I kid you not!
Here, in all its glory and splendor, is the room I got for $45.00 a night on La Brea blvd right past Washington, and a few miles away south from Hollywood. That's Hollywood California in this the United States, folks (I hope you aren't eating):
The first picture is of the entrance. Notice the lovely tile (keep your eyes off the grout -- please!) obviously set in by a partially blind Reese's Monkey during an earthquake. What can't be seen is how uneven it is -- the tiles vary in thickness. Fwiw, folks born with one leg an inch shorter than the other might actually tolerate this type of floor. The shoes are mine. After I took this picture, I placed them on the TV "armoire" for fear of them catching something or being host to whatever crawls around there at night.
The middle picture is going from the room to the restroom. Notice the continuity -- in the grout. What can't be seen is the half inch difference in height between the main room and the restroom.
The third picture is one more shot of the lovely tile work that adorns this room. And no, that isn't some clever avant-gard pattern on that end table. Those are cigarette burns, folks, in this, a no smoking room. They don't really expect one to actually use that bowl or plastic cups, do they?
... Does ABC ever do make-over shows for motels? Just a thought.
It seems they, a newly wed couple, wanted to watch their travel expenses as much as possible so they could visit more places in that region at the time. They decided to pick on their lodging as the place to cut back on, opting for the second and third tier places of rest instead. Anyway, it seems that a place they stayed at had just undergone a paint job of their room. The painter(s) evidently chose a paint roller with a pattern on it and simply painted over the old paint thus creating a two tone effect. Everything, from the ceiling to all of the furniture was painted this way. Anyhow, at one point my friend's husband decided to move a chair away from the wall for some reason only to find that the painter had not bothered to move the chair when he had applied his patterned roller to the chair. Yep, on the wall was a perfect outline of where the chair would be resting against, as was the case with any of the other furniture positioned near the walls of the room. The painter(s) apparently painted everything they could, but could not be troubled with something as common sensible as pulling stuff away from the walls so the walls could receive a coat of the new paint. Granted, it wasn't the Marriot, nor they they expect it to resemble it in any way, but geez, wtf??? ...Moral of the story: You generally get what you pay for in life. In this case it was an Asian version of the bumbling, inept handymen Ralph and Alf Monroe of the old Green Acres sitcom doing the painting. :)
Why did I bring this anecdote up? Well, I was the mystery guest who showed up and accompanied Felicia and Hara to the Cobra Club Thursday night. Being that I live about two hours away and that I drive a vehicle with a V8, I attempted to save a little money on the lodging front to offset the high price of gas, which is around $4.20 a gallon right now around southern California. In my determination to find a cheap clean place and in turn also punish the gas gods, I temporarily forgot about the One generally gets what they pay for adage not knowing or realizing just what is permitted under the law as a legal place of stay. ...This place should simply be condemned, and calling it a "dump" does a grave disservice to dumps.
Okay, beside the price, here are what should have been red flags to yours truly:
* Not one car in the parking lot when I arrived -- not one!
* The place accepts cash only.
* As I am being led to my room, I'm told that he, the manager, must open the room for me. I am not allowed a key in other words. Let me explain: After paying for a room, I don't have a key to MY room. He did not give me a key! I kid you not!
Here, in all its glory and splendor, is the room I got for $45.00 a night on La Brea blvd right past Washington, and a few miles away south from Hollywood. That's Hollywood California in this the United States, folks (I hope you aren't eating):
The first picture is of the entrance. Notice the lovely tile (keep your eyes off the grout -- please!) obviously set in by a partially blind Reese's Monkey during an earthquake. What can't be seen is how uneven it is -- the tiles vary in thickness. Fwiw, folks born with one leg an inch shorter than the other might actually tolerate this type of floor. The shoes are mine. After I took this picture, I placed them on the TV "armoire" for fear of them catching something or being host to whatever crawls around there at night.
The middle picture is going from the room to the restroom. Notice the continuity -- in the grout. What can't be seen is the half inch difference in height between the main room and the restroom.
The third picture is one more shot of the lovely tile work that adorns this room. And no, that isn't some clever avant-gard pattern on that end table. Those are cigarette burns, folks, in this, a no smoking room. They don't really expect one to actually use that bowl or plastic cups, do they?
... Does ABC ever do make-over shows for motels? Just a thought.