Going to LA is something my family does fairly often. Recently circumstance had it so my brother and I would have to stay in LA for three day before my older sister and her husband arrived. We had made the mistake of booking our hotel online without any knowledge of the neighborhood and only a select number of photographs. The price was low and the photos seemed okay so we didn’t question. As we drove through the neighborhood which was a fairly decent middle class neighborhood in Santa Monica we had unwittingly passed our motel twice due to our disbelief that the run down business was the same one we saw online. We pulled into the parking lot which had a makeshift fence made of cider blocks that were stacked on top of each other as we approached the check in counter a man who looked like a drugged out version of our cousin Michael approached the desk. As we were let into what was supposed to be our room we immediately noticed that instead of two queen beds there were twin beds. The towels in the bathroom were frayed, mismatched and looked like they came from someone’s house. The bathroom door didn’t close and one of the bead spreads had cigarette burns. Within ten minutes of being in the room we turned around and decided we couldn’t stay there. The motel manager demanded we show him what was wrong with the room and as we took him through a tour of of the disaster that was our room he had little to offer but a few shrugs. Even after showing him our room he argued with us
Going to LA is something my family does fairly often. Recently circumstance had it so my brother and I would have to stay in LA for three day before my older sister and her husband arrived. We had made the mistake of booking our hotel online without any knowledge of the neighborhood and only a select number of photographs. The price was low and the photos seemed okay so we didn’t question. As we drove through the neighborhood which was a fairly decent middle class neighborhood in Santa Monica we had unwittingly passed our motel twice due to our disbelief that the run down business was the same one we saw online. We pulled into the parking lot which had a makeshift fence made of cider blocks that were stacked on top of each other as we approached the check in counter a man who looked like a drugged out version of our cousin Michael approached the desk. As we were let into what was supposed to be our room we immediately noticed that instead of two queen beds there were twin beds. The towels in the bathroom were frayed, mismatched and looked like they came from someone’s house. The bathroom door didn’t close and one of the bead spreads had cigarette burns. Within ten minutes of being in the room we turned around and decided we couldn’t stay there. The motel manager demanded we show him what was wrong with the room and as we took him through a tour of of the disaster that was our room he had little to offer but a few shrugs. Even after showing him our room he argued with us