"Bates motel was luxurious compared to this place" - Real Trip Advisor Review
I waited at the bikes while Stiffy went in to register, and as the minutes passed, I started to feel eyes on me from the upper level and the single level building just across the way. As the minutes went on, more eyeballs we peeking out at me from the shadows, the sunshine started to hide behind the clouds, the happy shade of yellow paint turned over-ripe lemon shade, the bright colored flowers turned out to be plastic, and the cute little tuck under office was dark, dingy, and creepy looking.
Keenly aware of the changing 'feel' of the environment around me, I left my sunglasses on so I non-nonchalantly scan the area while keeping an eye on the office door waiting for Stiffy to come back out. There was no one else in the parking lot so clearly no one else was checking in, but Stiffy was gone for what felt like a LONG time now. I casually opened my saddlebag, and while making it look as though I was digging to find a long lost treasure, buried deep in the bag, I was really just bending over the bag for cover from the peering eyes as I moved my Glock from my vest pocket to my waistband, in preparation to walk into the dark, dingy, poorly lit with bad curtains, office area in search of Stiffy.
We unloaded the bikes, as eyeballs watched us from the shadows, and got up to our room, the end room on the 2nd level. The one with the huge crack going all the way across the window, corner to corner, with a smaller crack veering off the middle area, securely taped in place with yellow tinted scotch tape. Behind that was a thick brownish red curtain on the inside, with a stained white backing facing the cracked window. "I'm sure it's fine", I kept telling myself as I neared the door.
Here lies the outcome of the hole in my long sleeve shirt 2 days later.... "I'm sure it's fine.." -Me (lies)