My Dad Chose a Cheap Hotel
My Mom, my Dad, my sister, and I drove across Canada. We stayed at three motels along the way because my dad was cheap and I still don’t know why. Both mom and dad had great jobs and we didn’t want for anything but the principle of sleeping in hotels and paying bothered him, I guess.
Anywho, it’s 10:00 p.m. and we are in some godforsaken place called Wawa and just need to crash. So my Dad goes in and pays and then we drive super far down the road in a separate building. We walk in and it is the most messed up room I have ever seen. Mattresses on the floor. Rat traps everywhere. Those sticky fly strips hanging from the ceiling. Stains everywhere; just gross.
Funny thing is, my mom had to yell at my dad that we were NOT going to stay there. It was so gross.
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