
Part 2
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Greeted with a hearty nod of the head by a group of upstanding crackheads outside, the way was made to the bullet-proof glass enclosed managers office. The woman behind the glass stares at me, apathetic.
ME: I reserved a room yesterday.
WOMAN:(barely audible English) I need I.D.
I slide her my license underneath the glass. She looks at it cynically, then back at me.
WOMAN: This your I.D.?
ME: It is.
She inspects it more carefully, staring back it me, wanting me to admit to something, as if I am on trial.
WOMAN: You sure?
ME: Pretty sure.
She sets it down and stares at me again.
WOMAN: Room is sixty five dollar.
ME: You told me on the phone yesterday it was fifty.
I slide fifty dollars cash under the glass and stare at her. After a while, she realizes that she's not going to fool me. She gives me a key.
Inside the room, (We were the only guests there at the time, which is surprising, one would think that people would be dying to stay there with the amazing customer service they have to offer.) we are greeted with the wonderful scent of extremely cheap air fresheners. The stench is foul. The air conditioner is busted. There are no lights. The bed is stained, the desk and drawers are termite ridden. Carpet is stained. Not in places, just pretty much entirely. In certain areas you can't tell it was carpet at any point in time. There is a fourth of a roll of toilet paper next to the can. The bathtub/shower is unapproachable. It's obvious that the Ritz Carlton has nothing on this joint.
After filming wrapped and we packed up the van, I made my way to the office to return the key and check out. Upon leaving, I was greeted by one of the crack heads from earlier.
CRACKHEAD:(tongue enunciating between half a mouth of teeth) Want some soda? It's real cheap?
ME: No thank you.
CRACKHEAD: It's coke.
ME: That's a name brand.
CRACKHEAD: That's what I am saying.
ME: Thanks anyway, but I'm not thirsty.
CRACKHEAD:(Under-breath) You know anyone who needs some coke, you send them my way, you dig?
On my way home I stopped off at the Seven Eleven and snagged a can of coke; the black kind.