Bummer of a Stay

It was late and we didn’t have a place to stay yet.  We were driving all over this big city looking for a room.  We were hotel hunting.  It was late, or at least it felt like it was, but I wasn’t tired, I wanted to swim in a pool at a hotel.  I love swimming; there’s just something about it that suits me.  Anyway, I was sitting in my seat in the van outside of probably the fifth hotel that we were trying, waiting for my mom to come out and give us the nod or head shake.  I waited very patiently despite my feeling of desperately wanting to swim.  Finally, after what seemed like hours, my mom came out very excited to tell us that she had just got us a hotel room for only 67 dollars!  She said they have a heated pool and it’s open for another hour too!  It was obviously going to be a great night.
    We gathered our suitcases and made the walk inside and down the hall to the left and into our room for the night.  As each one of us entered to room we instantly felt dry warm air rush over us.  After about two minutes I could see sweat trickling down my dad’s forehead and mom had went to go tell the person at the front desk that the air conditioner was broken in our room.  Dad took his shirt off and plopped down on the bed with the tv remote and clicked the power button once.  Twice.  Three times.  Then he got up and tried clicking the power button on the old box tv.  Once again, nothing happened.  Mom came back into the room just to be told that the tv doesn’t work either, along with the air conditioner and a lamp that Jesse had tried to turn on after first entering the room.  I really didn’t care that nothing seemed to work in the room though because all I wanted to do was go swimming.  I didn’t care for the heat though, it felt like a sauna in there.
    Mom left to go back to the front desk to complain again and returned shortly after I got my swimming trunks on.  Even though she was very angry with how this hotel turned out, she put a smile on her face, took my hand, and led me down the hall to the glass door at the very end to let me go swimming.  We proceeded to the edge of the somewhat dark pool and I bent my leg to stick my toe in.  Brrrrr!  The water was ice cold!  My mom tested it too and she agreed that it was freezing.  Good thing they had a hot tub!  My mom and I continued on to the edge of the hot tub.  It was a good amount clearer than the pool and looked promising.  Then we saw it.  On the bottom of this cozy-looking hot tub was a pile of light brown poop.  But it wasn’t what you just pictured in your mind.  This poop was different.  The reason it was different was because it didn’t look like poop.  Someone had let it go down there on the bottom of that hot tub and left it be.  It had been there for so long that it had disintegrated and was now a pile of tiny pieces of a bigger poop.  Nasty.
My mom didn’t even let me test the water in the hot tub because we were gone and oh was she mad.  She took me back to the room and told the rest of the family to pack up because we were going to stay somewhere else.  There were absolutely no objections and we were out of there in less than five minutes.  We waited in the van while mom had a talk with the man at the front desk.  I remember feeling sorry for that man because I bet he was sure getting a butt chewing.  We left that hotel and found a room at a pretty expensive hotel for the night.  At the end of it all,  I remember my mom saying she is never going to get a cheap hotel room again, and we all agreed that that would be a good idea.

JZ