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Two places for me. When I was 7 I was sleeping in a bunk bed in our basement with a concrete floor. The top bunk had no rail. I fell off one night and hit the concrete floor. None of my three brothers heard a thing. I lay on the floor moaning until morning. I had a huge swelling on my forehead. I'm sure I had a concussion. I think my dad built a side rail the next day.
I lived in Del Rio, Texas for a short time in the early 70's. I rented a little one room shack with sand floors and no air conditioning. That was pretty miserable. I only lived there for a couple months and then I hopped a plane and left. Haven't been back to De Rio yet, but I may drag my wife down there someday to have a look-see.
We were meeting the other grandparents halfway between Iowa and Ohio, to take 2 grandsons when their parents were deployed. The other grandmother picked a hotel at random. I should have smelled a rat when I called ahead for a reservation and the person who answered said, “you don’t need a reservation.” It was crummy and in the middle of nowhere. We survived though.
One was the Gallup motel I stopped at late one night after a long day of driving. $25 for a room, in 2006. The mgr gave me a peculiar look, asking if I wanted to first see the room? I was tired and said no. Went in and saw the barest, see-through torn shreds of something resembling sheer white curtains on the windows. They provided absolutely zero visual privacy. Dingy bathroom with cracks in the shower door that had been TAPED to keep water inside. The vehicles in the parking lot looked like junkers. Hinky-looking guys stood outside smoking and watching me from the front of their rooms. I examined the mattress and all linens; no bedbugs, and the sheets were old but clean/fresh and bleached. The blanket gave me pause, so I removed it and just slept under the top sheet and bedspread (whose top I avoided touching). Literally all night long at short intervals, the doors near me opened and closed. I backed up my truck so that the topper window was right in front of my window, and I set the alarm system on.
I figured the occupants were dealing either drugs or paid sex. But nobody bothered me, and AFAIK nobody got murdered.
The other place was the bathroom floor in a remote national park, off season. Long back story to that, which I have posted elsewhere. I got locked inside, thanks to a malfunctioning door lock. That was a very hard concrete floor.
On long roads trips I have often spent a night or two on a rental car’s seat and, one time, in the back of my Wrangler all curled up on the floor because it was raining so hard I didn’t want to deal with setting up the tent or taking in its soggy wetness the next morning. ANY of those nights sleeping in any vehicle was much nicer than either of the above two places!
But...why is this thread in Houses instead of Travel?
In jail, on top of an overpass right after Katrina, with Chinook and other choppers flying above, and the mosquitoes and smell...urgh!!! On a greyhound bus, on the pump panel of a fire truck, few motels...
Driver seat on a highway. The rumble strip woke me a few times until I left the highway.
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