It is the night of Wednesday, 29th October 2013, and it
has been three days since I have last shower. I have not been able to use the
water that was in my fresh water tank for a lack of knowledge how to. I need a
shower and I need a shower soon. Although I did not smell a stink on myself, I
realized, if there was one, I will be the last person to know it. However, I
felt the stickiness and the discomfort of my unintended unhygienic practice
(three days without a shower).
I was in Martinsburg, West Virginia
area code 25401. I pulled on the side of the road and I place calls to several motels
in the area. I got their prices and then I put their address into the G.P.S to
see how many actual driving miles away they were.
I settle for the motel that was
closest to my location. It was actually about two blocks away. While driving to
the motel, I notice there were about three other motels in that vicinity. I
drove into the yard, parked the RV and checked in.
The motel was run by a couple. It
was a single story and consisted of two bungalow style buildings and it had about about twenty rooms. The yard was clean and spacious, the checking area was
where the attendant and his wife were, was clean, inviting and well put away. I
can see in the far right corner at the back, an altar of some kind, there were
incenses and candles burning on the altar. I also noticed the lady whom I
presumed was the man’s wife, praying at the altar. All in all, the place was
nice considering the cost. It looked like a nice place to relax in.
After checking in and upon
leaving the office, the attendant/owner who was male informed me that he have
given me a nonsmoking room and he also gave me a room with two beds. I said to
myself, whether or not I have two beds really does not matter, because I was
alone and did not expected any visitors. Upon asking the owner/attendant
provided the internet username and pass word.
I entered the room; I noticed the
room was clean, large and nicely kept. I checked the bathroom and I was
satisfied. Now my objective was fourfold:
- My primary objective was to get a well needed shower.
- Get something to eat (I did not eat anything all day).
- Use the internet.
- Get a good sleep.
I took out my computer, set it up
and try logging on to the internet; it was then I realized that the pass word
did not work with the username provided. However I manage to log into another
internet source that was available. The only readily available food source
in that area that delivered was the four or so competing Pizza establishment
that choose to set up shop close to each other. So I place an order, I took a
shower, change into something comfortable, comb my hair and I waited for the
food to be delivered. I lay on the bed for a short period; while on the bed I
felt an itching on my hip and right ankle. I massaged (scratched) the area got
up and went on line.
While I waited on the food, I was
singing some old gospel hymn and recounting how good Yahweh and his son Jesus
was to me. I also made time to read the bible while I was there.
About twenty minutes after I
placed the pizza order, I heard a knocking on the door, I jump to my feet and I
opened the door, it was the Pizza delivery person, I noticed the young man
stayed clear of the door and handed me the pizza, I thought his actions was
strange, but I think nothing more of it. I had my well needed shower, I got my food
(pizza), the TV was going and I was on the internet. The only thing that was left
for me to do was to get me some sleep.
At about 1:30 A.M, I decided to
log off and get some sleep for it will seen be morning. So I did, I have set
the thermostat to a temperature that was to my delight, I lay on bed without
removing the covers, and I fell asleep. While I slept, I felt something bit me
in my arm, I slapped the area and went back to bed, I felt another, bite and
another and another bit then I felt scratching in the area of my rib cage and
arm. It became over bearing so I quickly jump to my feet, I turn on the lights
to see what was causing the discomfort. I saw bed bugs on the bed, these fellows were big and fat, I saw one on the shoulder of the T-shirt I was wearing,
I dusted him off, then I say another and another one, I quickly took off the
T-shirt I had on and began to dust off my skin, I felt something on my head,
assuming it was a bed bug also, I began to frantically dust off my head, to my
surprise I say bed bugs falling off of my head. I became angry and disgusted at
the same time. My first order was to ensure I did not transfer any of these
unwanted guess to the RV.
So I strip down to my underpants,
I dusted off my clothes, and I put all of my clothes into plastic bags, I went out
into the yard to the camper, dressed only in my underpants, I got some insect
spray I had and additional plastic bags, I then spray the outside of the tied
plastic bag, put the first plastic bags into second plastic bags, spray those
with insect spray and put them into an empty laundry bag and tie it at the top.
I went back into the room, took a shower, wash my underwear, put on a clean
pair, went into the RV took rubbing alcohol and drenched my head with the same
to kill any mite may have evade the soap and water. I end up sleeping in the
RV.
The next morning, I was furious,
I was going into the office and give those people a piece of my mind, demand my
money back and call the department of sanitation and public health and report
the matter to them.
I got up, I went back into the
room, I showered then I left without telling the owners of the place anything.
I got to thinking, could it be that the couple was running a nice business,
the place became bed bug infested and before they know it, the problem was much
bigger than they were able to control. Maybe they cannot afford to fumigate the
rooms and maybe they needed all they can get to get back on their feet. If that
is so, the last thing they need is me breathing down their necks, calling the
authorities and demanding my money back.
I cannot see anyone spitefully
allowing such a business with such potential to come to that stage and the
reputation that having a place with such bad name.
