Today I checked into a low budget motel since I wanted to save some money. The motel looked ok from the street but that was an elaborate facade. Once I entered the room I knew what I had been duped. There was stains on all the chairs, inviting one to have a seat and relax. The numerous cracks on all the walls gave the room a cave-like atmosphere, which was very cozy compared to the pouring rain outside.
Anyways, after popping a PBR and turning the TV to a Family Guy marathon, I reclined on the bed and felt at home. That was until I heard the bed banging upstairs. Oh well, it only lasted for a few minutes. No worries. Then I hear a lot of movement in the room above and then the door opens and closes. I didn't pay much attention since Brian was in turmoil watching Lois's boobs grow because she was trying to ween Stewie off of breast milk. This show is so stupid that it is funny. Later, after Lois's boobs go back to normal I hear the upstairs door open and close, then there is a lot of movement around the room. Finally, after another 10 minutes I hear the bed banging again. I think, hmmm, someone must have taken a dose or two of Viagra. I decide to head out for a walk after the credits roll on the TV. When I finally return after maybe 30 minutes, all is quiet and now Quagmire is in love with Peter's maid for the week. I know how this is going to end and I'm sure it will offend some group or another. So by the time the show starts getting offensive (and good) I hear the upstairs door open and close again. I'm thinking, that they really like to go outside, maybe for a smoke or something.
So then after 15 minutes I hear the bed banging again. WTF? OH, yeah, I finally got it...my motel room is downstairs from a prostitute. Great, time for a few more PBRs. This gets me thinking, after the PBRs of course, but what would it be like to be a prostitute. I did catch a glimpse of her once from outside, she's probably early thirties but looks 60, possibly due to heavy drug use. So each day, she gets up in a rat-hole motel room and waits for the phone to ring. The Johns start arriving early in the morning (I found this out the next morning) and she then "entertains" these men for the rest of the day. I'd guess around 10-20 each day. I'm sure she takes a day off now and again but most days are probably spent in the motel room. I can only imagine how destructive this lifestyle is to her mental and physical state. Although I'd guess that some amount of drug use helps keep the reality of her life from her.
Yeah, so my time in Calgary was kind of depressing. I was very happy to head into Banff NP the next day. Maybe I should stick with camping in the forests and not venture into the cities very often.
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I'm getting the picture from you and Julie's blogs that motels are FULL of prostitutes who have no consideration for other guest's sleeping schedules.
There may be a correlation between the types of motels that Julie and I stay in and the number of inconsiderate prostitutes.
So no one tried to pick you up? Hotel room could have paid for itself if you had played your cards right.
So I've since stayed at yet another hooker hang a couple of times this time knowingly (the red bulb lamp and non-working TV tipped me off). Here's how you find out what your in for: ask the hotel clerk if you can get a deal on a room for an increment of time that is less then a 24 hour period. If they say yes, just shimy your opiate-free, unperforated, sleepy butt on outta there!
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