It’s 76 miles as the road goes, but it took three hours. Which wasn’t bad considering it was a snail trail all the way. Friday night traffic is bad and the roads to the Cape are the most crowded. No matter. We were in a good mood. Patient. No screaming and cursing as we were cut off and tail-gated crawling to Cape Cod.
Finally we got here. I got a bad feeling. You probably know what I mean. The asphalt in the parking lot is all broken. It feels dilapidated. You try to find the office and you can’t because there’s a backhoe parked in front of it. And in your heart, you know your room is directly behind the backhoe. Yup, I knew it. I asked for a different room. I just couldn’t do a week staring at the ass end of a backhoe.
“The last lady loved it. She had three little kids and said it would keep them interested.”
“We don’t have little kids. I prefer not to spend my week on the Cape up close and personal with a back hoe.” Humor? My head hurts.
The only other available unit is on the second floor. No elevator. No help with our stuff, of which there was, as usual, way too much. I had asked for a room with handicapped access. “Well,” she said, “You’d have to talk to your exchange group about that.” Right.
We needed a place to sleep. It was getting late. We were tired.
Garry had A Look. I know that look. He’s pissed, figures it’s not worth fighting over because it’s futile. He spent years on the road and he knows a dump when he sees one. And, as he points out later as he is hauling several tons of stuff up a steep flight of stairs … “We’ve stayed in worse.’
Indeed we have. The place in Montreal with the hot and cold running cockroaches. That was very bad. This place IS a dump, but there are worse dumps. At least the WiFi works.
The mattress on the bed may have had some spring, a hint of softness … a long time ago. Long, long time ago. Now, it’s weary. Made bitter by hard use, it is lumpy and unforgiving. I sense 8 nights of torture awaiting us. Don’t stay at the Cape Wind in Hyannis. You’ll be sorry.
The bed is hard as a rock. The ancient futon in the living room is ugly and stained, but oddly comfortable. The TV works and the National League playoff series starts tonight. If there’s baseball, Garry is good to go. Until we hit that bed. That’s going to hurt. A lot. We brought our own pillows. Maybe I’ll sleep out here in the living room on the futon.
The bathroom. Garry looked. “It has,” he said, “A certain ‘je ne sais quoi.’ ” Yes, that certainly is true. I was laughing hysterically when I pulled out a camera and took a few shots of it. “Je ne sais quoi” like this is too good to not share.
No baking dish. I use the broiler drip pan. I ask about getting one. Tomorrow. Hopefully. How about a bulb for the lamp in the living room? Tomorrow. Hangers for the closet? It’s a big closet, but not useful with no hangers. Tomorrow — if they have any (good luck). The dresser is tiny, just three small drawers — more like an oversized night table. I give two to Garry and decide to keep everything except my underwear in the duffel.
We moved to the futon in the living room. It took less than 15 minutes for Garry to cry “uncle.” I didn’t last that long. Now we are in the living room. If I think of this as an adventure, I might enjoy it for the sheer hilarity. You can’t make this stuff up.
It’s a dump. But, for the next week, it’s our dump.
Categories: Baseball, Humor, Reviews, Transportation, Travel, Vacation, Video
Keep the window ajar … just in case you hear creaking on the steps during the night.
Unless it’s already ajar.
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When is a door not a door?
When it’s ajar!
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Maybe you should ask for the room featured on their website? Um-m-m-m-m? Pictures CAN come from anywhere…right? With the sense of humor you both have, it will more than likely be one of the best vacations ever. At least from the standpoint of storytelling anyway! Had to laugh out loud when I saw the picture of the bathroom…priceless! As long as it is free of cockroaches, all is well in the dump! 😆
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So far, all residents are human. I think.
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😆
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BTW I saw your 100,000 hits! Yoo-hoo! Awakenings wasn’t far behind but dropped off drastically last month. Maybe next month will be better.
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You’ll get there. Life got in your way. But it’s moving aside and you’re back on track!!
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Makes for some good blogging though 😉
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Yes. Bad experiences make great anecdotes.
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Mental note to myself. If I ever find the funds for vacation make very much sure I do not reserve a room at Cape Winds. Thanks for the heads up. Yikes!!!
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All the “What A Dump” posts are great!! As for dealing with it, I quote the esteemed, outgoing and loquacious Coach Bill Bellichick, “It is what it is”.
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At least it’s great anecdote material.
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I couldn’t bring myself to click “Like”. I’m so sorry you’ve got such a dump to stay in. Looks like you’ll be spending most of your time out and about.
I looked at the Cape Winds website you linked to – they’ve made it look so pretty. The swine.
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Last night I swear I heard scurrying feet. I’m trying not to think about what that might mean 😦 But it’s a bee-oo–ti–ful day and the sun is shining bright. Keep on the sunny side (she said, manically!)
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OMG! That bathroom: priceless, awful, a classic of its kind! What a complete -er, as you put it, dump! Sorry you’ve happened upon so ghastly a place, but thanks for making me laugh with your hilarious and vivid account. xx
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The bathroom had us rolling with laughter, tears in our eyes. It was perfect when added to the rest !
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