Last night's search for a hotel took on Bethlehemic proportions as we pulled in to Ft Smith, Arkansas to find no room in the inn(s).
After a couple of "no vacancies" we found a place that said "No....uh, but wait. We do have this one room." Ok, now I have seen enough Scooby Doo episodes to see this coming a mile away, but do I run for the Mystery Machine? Nooooo. I plunk down the AmEx.
Kels and I grab the kids and haul them half asleep up to The Room, which appears to be an old manager's apartment that has been converted into the inside of a cigarette. It smelled that bad. The whole place did, really. And no smoke detectors - apparently they would have buzzed constantly from the residual smoke so they took them out.
We got a refund and kept looking. We finally found a place around 1am - an old Howard Johnsons Lodge that had been redone completely into one of the new HoJo with Mojo properties.
Next stop - home....