|The Family of Four headed back to the hotel|
Every day is an adventure! Today was no exception. I was going to write about our excellent day in the dying town of Toccoa, the town in Georgia where Bill grew up. Instead this blog is about one of those "Why is this happening to me?"
First of all, the day didn't start out too great. Breakfast at the Hampton Inn is usually very good. Not this morning. My waffle batter was sour. Yep, sour waffle batter. I noticed that the waffles didn't have that "waffle" smell when they were cooking. Then when I flipped the waffle grill over, the waffles had a pale and undercooked look. I peeled the waffle out of the waffle iron and it was like elastic. I buttered it up and poured syrup and proceed to
Not wanting to cause any unpleasantness, I tossed this waffle and made another. Same result. Still reluctant to become a Complaining Guest, I made yet another waffle. Yep, same result.
I looked for the breakfast hostess. She was nowhere to be found. I went out to the front desk and there she was hunched over reading a newspaper. Nice. I told her that the waffle batter was sour. She immediately said "Oh, I'll put some fresh batter in now." Uh....okay. So it was old batter. Nice. No apology, just "I'll put some fresh batter in." God knows how old that batter was.
I was waffled out so I got a glass of orange juice. It tasted like someone had left an old rusty tin can in the orange juice container. Bill said when he tried to get orange juice this morning, only cloudy water came out. He said the hostess brought out a pitcher with orange juice and ice cubes. Wonder where she got that orange juice.
Well, the usual dependable Hampton Inn breakfast wasn't going well. I decided to have a couple (or three) of those "who knows how old they are" sausage patties. They were spicy enough to cover any age related issues.
After breakfast Bill and I drove into his old hometown of Toccoa. I followed him around while he visited his old haunts and stomping ground, reliving fond memories. I even made a five minute video which is below. We also visited Toccoa Falls, our very own "Niagra Falls" right here in Georgia.
When we got back to the hotel we agreed to meet at 5 for dinner. In the meantime I called the Old Time photo place and made an appointment to get yet another (are you sensing obsession here?) old time photo of me as a cowboy. This grizzled, wrinkled, old, tire face works well as a cowboy. RuPaul I am not but a cowboy? It works.
After my photo session (which turned out very well, I'll share the fabulous photos later) I met Bill for dinner. We (I) decided to go to a Mexican restaurant. I was hoping to duplicate my success of finding hidden, wonderful Mexican restaurants as I did in Marion, North Carolina.
We go into the restaurant. The only other table taken was occupied by the proverbial Family of Four. Mom and pop and two Little Darlings, a boy of 3 and a girl of 4. And yes they were whining, screaming and generally making a mess and a huge nuisance of themselves. Mom and pop seemed numbed by all the fidgetiness. I could read Bill's eyes which said "Why did you bring me here? I don't even like Mexican food." However, I decided that since we were already there I would ignore the Little Darlings (who were making quite the racket and mess) and forge ahead with our meal. And yes, there were sitting at the table right next to us.
|Me at the Mexican restaurant|
We left the restaurant and wandered around the main street of the town, noting how many store and restaurants were still closed. I sense they all open when school gets out and all the Families of Four (or more) descend like a horde of locusts on poor Helen (the town).
About 20 minutes later, as we were walking down the street back to our hotel we noticed.....wait for it....THE FAMILY OF FOUR WALKING IN THE SAME DIRECTION! I said to Bill "Do you actually think they are staying at the SAME hotel as we are?" And as I said this I noticed that they went into the hotel. How about that? I couldn't believe it.
We waited until they took the elevator. We didn't feel like sharing the elevator with them and that whining and screaming and (possible) crying when little Junior or the Princess didn't get their way.
Bill and I decided to walk around the town some more. This town is beautiful with plenty of walking paths. They even have sidewalks! I'm used to staying in hotels right next to the Interstate. This one is a treat.
About and hour later we take the same elevator to our rooms. As I'm getting ready for my shower I hear a familiar sound. What was that sound? It sounded so familiar. I couldn't quite place it other than it was SO FAMILIAR. Then I realized what it was, it was the same sound of Junior and the Princess whining and screaming. "Where was it coming from?" I thought. Oh dear God, don't tell me what I'm thinking right now. This just can't be possible.
I get my room key. I leave my room. I follow the muffled sounds of whining and screaming (and jumping now) to the - are you ready? - to the ROOM RIGHT NEXT TO ME! Yes folks, the Family of Four is right next to my room!
I cannot believe this. This hotel has 67 rooms and the one room they're in is RIGHT NEXT TO ME? Am I being punked?
So I'm thinking....what do I do now? I hate to complain and thus have another family mad at me. But the "sounds" were coming through the loudest from the wall behind the headboard of my king sized bed. Can you believe this?
|"Does this dirndl make me look fat?|
I had no other choice but to go down to the front desk and tell her my tale of woe. She was sympathetic and offered to move me to another room. However there was one "small" problem. The only rooms left were not king sized studies like the one I'm in now and LOVE. That was one of the reasons I extended my stay today. I asked her when they check out. She said "Tomorrow." Well, I think I can get through one night. I told her that if they're making a racket past 10 o'clock I would ask her to call them and quiet those kids down.
The good news is that it is ALL QUIET now. Do you think that silence will last the night? No, I don't either. But I have hope.
Now I ask you, what are the odds of that happening? I'm just lucky I guess.
Below is a video that I took of our foolishness today in downtown Toccoa.