Good bad and barely traveling

Flying from Houston to El Paso by way of Dallas doesn’t seem the ideal route anyway. It’s like the intro to the live version of Waylon Jennings’ “Bob Wills is still the King” when Waylon said he “wrote  this song on plane between Dallas and Austin, going to El Paso.” Well weather sometimes tends to get in the way of flying the way it did yesterday.

So I spent the night in Humble, just north of the Bush Intercontinental Airport in Houston. The hotel is called “Econo Lodge” but I like to refer to it by its more proper name “Motel Hell.”

My flight was canceled so I got one of these voucher things from the airline. They were supposed to give me a choice of place but they didn’t. I should have known I was in for an adventure (a bad one at that) when I saw the driver of the van that came to get us at the airport, came around the desk and opened up the motel office. It was kind of like one of those scenes from “Green Acres” where Sam Drucker was the postmaster, justice of the peace, owned the general store, etc. Except in this case Sam was  from Pakindia or Indiastan.

Sam got me a key to a room, which I took, then after finding the room,  put the card in the slot. The door opened only partly as the bar at the top where a chain used to be stopped it from opening all the way. As the door partially opened, I heard a woman began to scream. It was occupied.

Things just went downhill from there. It seemed like either nothing worked or it was broken or it wasn’t available at the Econo Lodge.

The only bright spot of my night was getting stuck in a rain and lightning storm about a quarter mile from my motel room and a lady in the store had her employee take me back to the hotel. After getting out, I tried to pay the man, but he wouldn’t take my money.

Among the bad, is the good. Still an hour and half before my plane leaves for EP. I am past ready to be there.