Knock! Knock!

Crap, I thought. I just wanted to puff on my vape, which is perfectly legal in this state, outside.
There was a sign at the desk that said there would be a $250 fine if you smoked “any substance” in your room. Ok. I’ll smoke or vape outside by the street light. Make it plain I wasn’t smoking in my room.
But now 15 minutes later someone is banging on my door.
Did I mention this was a cheap motel? $65 for the night. 7.0 rating on Expedia. I’ve never had a bad stay with Expedia. But I think tomorrow I’m going to kick it up a to close to a hundred.
I didn’t have my glasses on when I opened the door so I was squinting. A surprised looking 20-something man took a step back and said, “Sorry, wrong door.” And left
🤦♂️
What was I thinking? My dad had a good phrase for what I needed to do. It involved the undoing of an impossible arrangement of body parts.
Why did I open the door? Because I assumed I had done something wrong and was going to be in trouble. What a schmuck.
It makes me think I have a guardian Angel sometimes. I certainly can’t intimidate someone just by looking at them. My John Travolta looking guardian Angel gets in between and scares them away.
More likely he just got the wrong number. They’re nearly impossible to read from your car. His car was just sitting out there idling for a good 5 minutes before he knocked. From the sights and sounds of this place, I’d say there’s some drug dealing and use around.
The walls are thin. I’ve got my AirPods on noise-canceling so hopefully I can get some sleep.
Cheap hotels, adventure awaits!







