Monday, April 10, 2006
Would he, or wouldn't he?
My friend Marcinyc posted a picture from her recent trip to Seattle. It's of a sign, a very old sign, outside a hotel. It is red neon and it says, "Hotel" and something about rooms being 75c.
My first thought was that it was the sort of place that Trevor would love.
But then my second thought was that he'd pretend to love it. He'd go in once to look around, nothing more -- although he'd take a girl in with him, of course -- and then he'd have a convenient excuse to beg off from returns in the future, no matter how cheap the rooms and how broke he was.
Because, after all, one broke chick didn't mean they all were and it was only a matter of finding the right one -- one willing to pay for a nicer place, if she didn't have one already waiting.
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My first thought was that it was the sort of place that Trevor would love.
But then my second thought was that he'd pretend to love it. He'd go in once to look around, nothing more -- although he'd take a girl in with him, of course -- and then he'd have a convenient excuse to beg off from returns in the future, no matter how cheap the rooms and how broke he was.
Because, after all, one broke chick didn't mean they all were and it was only a matter of finding the right one -- one willing to pay for a nicer place, if she didn't have one already waiting.
Want me to write the scene for you? Leave me enough comments and I will!
Labels: blogging, hotel, Trevor
