AMENDED: Just now I went to office for their "Continental (stale doughnut?) breakfast. Guess what? The place has closed down!! This is TRUE. Altogether! Guess I got here yesterday in the nick of time--grin!
(No wonder it was "$33 cash--pay in advance!")
Lots of rain forecast for today where I am riding, so I'll cover my gear NOW instead of later..."under an overpass"
May God/Allah Bless you ALL!
A "MOSTLY TRUE" STORY
In a little part of a little town named "Littleton"
(actually, Walterboro) on State Route 63 in
South Carolina, I came upon this beautifully secluded--yes, another--OASIS in my travel day.
"I hope there is 24-hour coffee pot",
I spoke out loud to nobody!
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| MOTEL OFFICE |
The girl who checked me in ($33...cash only) looked a bit under the weather, she was a member of the housekeeping department. In fact she WAS the h/keeping department. So I asked her if the manager was in, and she responded, "Nope--they's out to a drunk-brawl party this evenin'..."
Me: Do you know when they will return?
She: Nope!
By the way, are there any meetings of Alcoholics Anonymous around here?
Well, i dunno. Me an' my husban' don't go out much, ya know?
My next questioning was in regard to WiFi (Wireless computer access). (Peeps, did I tell you this is mostly a true story which happened only MOMENTS ago?)
She told me I would need a PIN number, she called it a "prin number"-- whatever--grin! To get the "prin" I had to pull a chair in that externally elegant lobby, reach to the top of an antique bookcase, and pick up the old, dusty, hot, hot router. There it was, Scotch-Taped to the bottom: the prin number: 578839400 (it was written "prin", BTW!!!--grin!).
And peeps, do ya know? It WORKED, and here I am blogging this really--and I AM serious, YEP!--this really WEIRD piece of my trip.
The lady brought me a towel, a coffee pot and maker, some filters, etc., and showed me how to turn on the water, believe this.
As far as I can determine, at the present time, 6:30 PM Saturday night, there is as yet but ONE guest in this place...ME! 72 rooms, and only vehicle--a motorscooter.
Peeps, I TRULY feel as if I'm a character in a Stephen King story here. I keep walking around to the front of this building to see if my scooter is still there. Oh yes, I forgot to show you a photo of the REAR of this place...MY ROOM!
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| NOT MUCH--BUT IT'S HOME!! |
This was inspired by Willow's blog Magpie Tales
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Please go visit for more creative poems, stories etc!
And join in, so simple, almost rule-free--most of all
IT IS FUN!!!! Go HERE for quick information....
--steveroni "A mostly true story"
