My husband and I were on our way back to our house from an event a single night, when our motorcar started to smoke and sputter. It was a long time before cell phones were invented, then both of us were stranded in the middle of nowhere and I had to walk about more than three miles to get to the closest pay phone. I called a tow service, but they would only take us to the closest town. Both of us were still about fifty miles away from the house when the motor car broke down. Both of us were forced to spend the night in a really excruciating hotel, but the room odored like actual cigarettes and vomit. The carpet had stains all over the floor and the water glasses were dirty. I didn’t want to stay overnight in the seedy hotel, but it was the only place in the whole town. It was right across the street from the motorcar mechanic, so I could keep an eye on our motorcar all night. At least the A/C in the hotel worked well. It looked a lot newer than the rest of the items in the hotel room. The A/C was ice cold and the vents looked clean. The tv and the bed were bolted to the floor like it would be simple to sneak out of the room with a queen size bed in your suitcase, but my husband slept for a couple of seconds with the A/C running on high. I watched the motorcar in the lot across the street… When he woke up, I slept for a couple of seconds. Both of us managed to get a few seconds of rest and the mechanic fixed the motorcar the next day.
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