#motelmadness

[gsuttenfield]

All the signage and brush was removed from this abandoned motel on Hwy 301 a few months ago. Luckily, I have a number of nice images from before... . . . . . . . #motelsofinstagram #midcenturymotel #lettering #letterm #motelmadness #abandonedinvirginia #wallart #rvaphotographer #bnwphotography https://www.instagram.com/p/Bx5A5c3AW5N/?igshid=1ow61lpn36pgv

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Feb 5, 2015

- I just came in to start my shift and as I was punching in, an older black man, probably in his early fifties comes up to me and says, "Umm..ummm, I was on some sex sites on my iPad (it wasn't an iPad, some knock off brand but whatever) and the internet froze, can you help me fix it bro?" Me and my manager kind of looked at each other like “Did he just say what I thought he just said?” I told him , "Uhh, I can't help you? Restart it? I don't know sir." He said absolutely nothing, turned around and walked out the doors. I continued punching in.

- My shift is an hour away from ending when a fairly attractive lady in her early forties walks in and immediately asks for the cheapest room. I told her our starting room rate and she flirtatiously replies, "I'm a flight attendant, so do I get a discount?" I said, "No.... Ma'am we don't even do military discounts, and I don't believe flight attendant discounts are even a thing." She says, "But look at me, I'm attractive." I go on to tell her we don't give attractiveness discounts either. She handed me her credit card and ID but then quickly snatched her credit card out of my hands saying, "Oops that's the wrong one, be right back!" She comes back about 30 seconds later this time, with a fully exposed cleavage, (and the SAME credit card), and says, "So whats the cheapest room I can get?" ... I, of course I stick to telling her what the final non-discounted price was and she agrees to pay it after her failed efforts. During the transaction, she leans over the counter and whispers to me and says, “I’m really drunk.” I said, “You? Noooo!" She said, “Yep! I am! And I’m just trying to get out of here to have sex with my man. I’m not doing it at home because I know my son doesn’t wanna hear that. Would you wanna hear that?” I reply, “No mam, I certainly would not want to hear that,” as I keep my head down and tried to politely brush her off. She went on telling me how she recently found a condom of her sons on the floor of her house. She says, "I wasn't even mad, but proud! Go him! Right? Don't you agree?" My response was, “Here’s your key ma'am, have a nice night.” She replied, "Oh I will, thanks," grabbed her key, and literally ran out the door to her "man" who was waiting in a car outside.

- The same woman comes in forty minutes later with some crazy hair.. (Hmm, I wonder). She yells, “That’s all I needed!” I grab her room key with two fingers as I couldn't help but look at her in disgust. I then immediately washed and sanitized my hands in front of her. She looks at my face and says, “What?! Don’t judge me!” I reply, “Ma’am I don’t judge, Motel Madness is a judge free zone. You do you.” She walked out the door, turned back then smiled and said, “See ya next time!” Next time?....

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Jan 31, 2015

- Ariana comes in and says she’s finished laundry for the day. Apparently she had left her key in her room so she asked me to make her a new one. One can imagine how nervous I am because it's only me and Ariana in the office at 10:00 p.m. at night.. I continued to made a key for hey (and as fast as I possibly could). I handed her over her new key and she thank you, took about ten steps towards the door then turned around and said, “Now… if my key ain’t done right, I’m gunna come back and rape you.” Not really sure how to feel right now. I kind of froze because there was no emotion in her face. I couldn't tell if she was serious. Once again, I let out another nervous, "ha," as she proceeded out the door. All I could do at that moment was pray, pray that I just made her the best working key of all working keys..  

- It was about fifteen minutes later when I saw Ariana making her way back into the building. I panicked! I honestly did not know what to expect. All I knew was that her key probably didn't work. I began to think of how I could defend myself. I took karate in first and second grade but I didn't remember anything. I just held on the the chair like I was about to go down a large hill on a roller coaster. Ariana opened the door, but... she was crying. She let out a big, "F**k man! I locked my keys in the car!" I said nothing. She went into the storage room, grabbed something, and stormed out. Woo! Her room key must have worked!

- Two drunk red necks in camouflage attire and confederate flag hats came in, swearing and smelling HORRIBLE. One was wearing a cut off vest, keep in mind it was 11 degrees outside with 3 ft. of snow on the ground. The one on the right did all the talking, and the one on the left just reiterated everything the one on the right said. The right one says, "We're lookin' for a room... one bed (he turns and looks at his "friend" with a smirk) and make it a room with a Jacuzzi." The one on the left reinforced what his friend had just said and yelled, "Yeah! with a Jacuzzi! Our shoulders are sore" followed by a boisterous and disgusting fart. He looked me dead in the eyes with all seriousness and said, "Woops.. excuse me," in a southern accent. My goal was to check these guys out ASAP but with me being new, I was unfortunately still slow. They continued to banter back and forth with each other as I raced to check them in. The one on the left continued to fart two or three more times and every time would look me dead in the eyes and say, "excuse me." He said it like he was daring me to comment on his flatulence. I finally finished checking them in and they stumbled their way on out the door. Thankfully my shift ended in twenty minutes.

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Jan 30, 2015

- Today was my first day working by myself and the feeling was bitter sweet. I was super nervous that I was going to mess something up. Besides me nearly having panic attacks with every transaction and calling my manager a million and one times, everything went pretty well and nothing was weird happened surprsingly!

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Jan 20, 2015 (Training Day 2)

- Some girl that has been living at the motel fora while named Veronica came over to the office to make a payment on her room. She started talking for what I was hoping would be two seconds but ended up being twenty minutes.. It sounds horrible, but she was the most unappealing human being that I have ever made eye contact with, (due to her obvious drug problem). So much, that I literally could not make eye contact with her. She stared at me for at least twenty seconds and then blurted, “Is you half-n-half?” It was pretty forward, but I answered, "Yes... I am biracial." One of the house keeping guys looked at her like she was crazy and said, "You can't just ask those things!" She left and manager told me that she is a prostitute, one that they have yet been able to catch in the act, but were suspicious of. I didn't hesitate to sprint to the bathroom to vigorously wash my hands after thinking about how I had just handled her money, specifically her one dollar bills..

- My manager wanted me to meet the laundry lady, Ariana. Supposedly from everyone's description, she’s an extremely sexual black woman in her early fifties who has no filter and no shame. Word on the street says that she unbuttoned one of the house cleaning guy's pants and well...the rest can be assumed. One can imagine that I was quite nervous as I made my way over there. I didn't want my pants unbuttoned! I was conjuring ways to defend myself if that were to ever happen. As we approached the laundry room, I began to brace myself for the wave of sexual comments that everyone warned me about. The door didn't even fully open before I heard, “Well d**n! Who is this sexy piece of a**?” I doubtfully introduced myself as she began to warn me to watch out for her because she just might stick her hand down my pants like she did the housekeeping guy. I guess the word on the street is true. I let out a nervous, “ha.” With eye contact, I made it quite clear to my manager that I wanted to go back to the office. I scurried on out the door. What have I gotten myself into?

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Jan 15, 2015 (Training Day 1)

- Today is my first day as a Motel Madness employee.When I first came in, I heard about some of the crazy things to happen here in the past and more recently, last night. Supposedly, some couple in their early twenties was so high on drugs last night, that their 3 year-old son was outside playing in the parking lot by himself 3:00 a.m. in 14 degree weather while their door was wide open and they were laying in bed, ignoring the hotel staff. Great parenting.

- It's about 12:30 p.m. and I just checked in the girl whose kid was the one playing outside by himself last night. Everything in me wanted to say something to her about that, BUT... I obviously couldn't. This girl had meth sores all over her face. Her name was Mollie. It’s crazy because her ID read that she is a year younger than me, but due to her obvious drug use, she looked like she was in her mid forties. She also was either really shady or really embarrassed of her appearance because she couldn't look me in the eye during the transaction and her significant other was in a white truck outside, blatantly hiding his face. Hmm.

- Well about fifteen minutes have passed since Mollie came in and now the Pennsylvania State Police are here with her and her significant other's mugshots and a warrant for their arrest. Supposedly they had been tracking them for some time. This is nuts! But of course my shift ends in ten minutes.. darn!