I said I would write about last weekend, so here it is.
Dot had a 3-day class in Ann Arbor, Mich, and rather than allowing her to drive so far and stay in a hotel alone, we decided to take her there. The downside of that is that the rest of the family had nothing to do during those three days. Since there didn’t seem to be any interesting museums or other attractions nearby, the plan was to get a hotel with a nice swimming pool so that the kids would have something to do, and drive down to Cabela’s on Saturday.
We reserved a hotel online, and being the frugal souls that we are, we chose the cheapest one that had everything we wanted–a Days Inn. When we arrived, we discovered WHY it was the cheapest one. Yikes! Looking at the outside, we had to wonder if the picture online was actually of the same building. The lobby was a dirty little room with sagging draperies occupied by one man who just barely spoke English. We were told that no, we could not see a room before checking in, and no, we could not see the pool area–it requires a room key, and we could only go there after check-in. And who knows where that continental breakfast was supposed to be served!
So we left. My beloved husband called Yahoo, who we’d made the reservation through, and spent the next hour on the phone. While we ate a leisurely lunch at Arby’s, he listened to lousy music and occasionally had a 30 second conversation with the poor lady who was trying to take care of our situation. Unfortunately, she spoke very broken English, and most of the time dh wasn’t sure what she was actually saying. Eventually he deciphered that she was trying to call the Days Inn, but no one would answer the phone. Finally she said that since they couldn’t reach the hotel, they would change our reservations with no penalty. They put us in a Comfort Inn across the street which was decidedly nicer.
We hauled all our baggage up to the room, and guess what? Neither key would work. So my longsuffering dh trekked back down to the lobby. Fortunately, the lovely lady at the desk had already heard our story about the first hotel, and she said, “You’ve had enough trouble for one day–I’m just going to give you another room, and you’re going to like it!”
Indeed we did. It was a larger one with a jacuzzi and a hide-a-bed, which meant the boys didn’t have to sleep on the floor. The pool was great, and no one else was using it, the breakfast included waffles, and there was even a frig and a recliner in the room! It was lovely!
Saturday evening dh and I picked up some fast food for the kids and went over to Red Lobster for a little treat. We were enjoying our Caesar salads when suddenly dh pushed his back and said, “I don’t want this.” When I looked at it, um, I didn’t want it either. There was a rather large insect of some sort staring up with beady eyes from its bed of lettuce. Its wings were outstretched, pretty as a picture. The only problem was that its body was………………missing. yeah. That’s right. Gone.
The waitress was profusely apologetic, and promptly brought back another salad “from a fresh bag of lettuce,” but somehow the salads really didn’t taste as good after that. Then our entree came out before the appetizer (I think we got them flustered) but all the rest was really very good, as long as you kept your mind removed from the salad course.
The good part is that they charged us for nothing but the appetizer and our drinks, so hey, a $10 meal at RL and a jacuzzi room for the price of a cheap hotel–the weekend could’ve been worse, right?
I do wish we’d gotten a picture of that bug, though.