There are adventures and then there are adventures…
I recently took a long road trip across the southwest with a good friend of mine. The trip was not planned out, but more of a quick spontaneous trip that allowed us the freedom to stop anywhere we wanted along the way, which included dive hotels, the world of junk food and other unexpected finds along the way, including Pie Town, New Mexico.
With no itinerary, we drove as far as we could each day, traveling approximately 10 hours or more until we were too tired to continue, stopping at Super 8 Hotels and eating Chinese food along the way. The first night in Texas was fine, the hotel was good, the Chinese food mediocre. The second night in Kansas the hotel was filthy, and the Chinese food was superb. The 3rd night was uneventful and unmarkable.
We were hoping to reach our destination of 1700 miles on the third day, but due to a snowstorm, we were forced to stay in a hotel another night. This time, we just pulled off the freeway and found a relatively new hotel to stay in.
I had driven almost 13 hours that day and there were no other hotels nearby so I made the decision to sneak my cat into the hotel, thinking that if they did not accept pets that we would have to drive on ice covered roads in search of another hotel. Normally I would never do this, but I was physically and emotionally exhausted so I put my cat into his carrier and quietly snuck him into my hotel room.
An hour later, I decided to order Chinese food and hungrily waited for the delivery person to arrive. After about 30 minutes, I heard a knock on my door. I quickly put my cat into the bathroom and shut the door. I paid for my food, set my dinner down and tried to open the door to let my cat out, but the door wouldn’t open. I realized it was locked! I started to freak out. I continued to try to work on the lock but nothing worked. I started to panic as I knew I had to call the woman at the front desk to open the door and she would know that I had snuck my cat into the hotel.
I dreaded making the call but told the woman that my bathroom door was locked. She thought that was odd. I thought what kind of crazy hotel would put a lock on the outside of a bathroom door! The woman came to my room with a large keyring full of keys. I knew I had to tell her before my cat came out of the bathroom that he was in there. She tried six or seven different keys, none of them worked. I started panicking. I eventually said, “My cat’s in there.” I thought she heard me but she didn’t respond other than to say that none of the keys were working.
Eventually, the last key turned the lock and Lucky, my cat strolled out. She looked down and said, “Oh, you have a cat.” I said yes, this chain is pet-friendly right? She said, “No, no it isn’t.” I swallowed deeply and was thinking about what to do or say, when she said, “It’s ok. I only make $11.00 an hour. You can keep your cat, but you will have to sneak him out in the morning because the manager will be here.”
Relieved, I calmed down, ate my Chinese food and fell asleep. The next morning my friend called me to ask me if the manager had knocked on my door. I said, “No why?” He said that the manager had just knocked on his door. I panicked and hung up on my friend and put my cat into his carrier and got him out of the hotel as fast as I could. My friend later told me that he had left his door open and the manager was only inquiring if he had checked out. I laughed and wanted to strangle him at the same time.
After a trip of 1700 miles, 4 days of hotels and Chinese food and cat smuggling. I made the decision to never try to smuggle my cat again into a hotel again. I also developed a strong addiction to dive hotels and Chinese food.