The Great Florida Trip of 2012- Day 6- The Car Show
I've been in Florida for four days. The weather has been nice, I wanted to say on the cool side but that just wouldn't make sense since the temperature in Massachusetts is only in the teens at the moment. So, compared to home the weather's been spectacular, yet I cannot relax. It's been a stressful few days. I'm trying to relax and have fun but I'm not feeling it. Most of my worrying is money related, am I going to have enough, can I pay my bills etc...The other source of my stress is these damn hotels. They've all been pretty much shit holes except for the Motel 6 in Martinsburg West Virginia. That was a great place. But since then, I'm 0 for 3. Whatever you do, don't choose a hotel where you can park directly in front of your door. I know it seems comfortable and it gives you peace of mind but in reality it stinks. The number one reason why is the other people staying at the hotel. The last place I was in, in Melbourne, twice I got woken up around 3am because of some selfish pricks and their rude ways. One night someone cranked their stereo up full blast and last night an idiot parked in front of my room and left their car idling for 45 minutes. The sound of an idling car is so annoying it's not even funny.
The place I'm in now, where do I start. First, the room had a funk. A smell that is consistent with an outhouse/horse barn. Yeah, nice, right? It's gotten better, who knows maybe my belongings and I have absorbed the stank and I'll be shunned in public tomorrow. Secondly, I don't think they cleaned the bathroom really well either. Should I complain? Yeah, maybe I should say something tomorrow and they'll come up here and clean the bathroom and give me an air freshener.
Third, it looks as if the television set fell on the floor. There's several. No, more than several, more like there's a shit load of little nicks in the screen that form a bunch of tiny islands. It looks like Hawaii times ten. Sometimes I don't notice them. I probably won't say anything. I'll probably just let it go and just stew over it.
Fourth, oh how do I say it so I don't sound like a pretentious elitist douche bag, there's an element of white trashiness, characteristic in all the motels I've stayed in. Seriously, when I arrived today there was a half dozen kids playing in the parking lot. What the fuck?! To top it off, there's an "interracial couple", nothing wrong with it, having a Jerry Springer moment just as I'm walking by. The woman had something to say to her man. Now listen, I don't care if you have to say something to your man or your lady but have some class and keep it inside. People like this don't care who's around, it blows my mind. The woman, "Hey!" Man ignores her. Again, "Hey! Don't you want to know what she said to me?" Again, man ignores her. "She said, I don't know how you do it. You do all the work and he does nothing!" I just kept on walking and thankfully wasn't around for any more saga. All I'm saying, it so cliche' it's humorous and somewhat sad.
Basically, what I'm saying, I have to get into a higher tax bracket. These situations would go away with a little more d0 ray mi. It would be nice to stay somewhere one day where I walk through a lobby to an elevator and up to my room.
All was not bad on this day six. I ate at my favorite restaurant, Souplantation/Sweet Tomatoes. All you can eat salad and soup bar. My goal is to go there enough so they give me a hat. You have to have goals in life. I'm sure they'll be more about Souplantation/Sweet Tomatoes in the upcoming days. And, there was the car show.
THE CAR SHOW
The only reason I stopped at this thing was because I had an hour and a half to kill before I could check into my "hotel". It was pretty sweet and I'm glad I walked around and observed the cars. I like cars.
It was well organized and there was a radio station there broadcasting live!!! There were even lovely, scantily clad ladies walking around bringing men drinks and $5 hamburgers. Also, if you tipped them enough you could get your picture taken with them in front of one of the cars.
I would've chosen this one. Someone has a sense of humor.
A random stranger came up to me and asked me if the car above, the one running over an infant in Florida State garb, if the roof had been chopped or not. What? You're asking me? I'm wearing sweatpants, a tee shirt and my Bruins cap, does it look like I know anything about cars? I replied, "I like sports. Do you like sports?" He looked at me like I ran over his infant son, then walked away.
Then I saw it. My dream car. A Camaro.
The place I'm in now, where do I start. First, the room had a funk. A smell that is consistent with an outhouse/horse barn. Yeah, nice, right? It's gotten better, who knows maybe my belongings and I have absorbed the stank and I'll be shunned in public tomorrow. Secondly, I don't think they cleaned the bathroom really well either. Should I complain? Yeah, maybe I should say something tomorrow and they'll come up here and clean the bathroom and give me an air freshener.
Third, it looks as if the television set fell on the floor. There's several. No, more than several, more like there's a shit load of little nicks in the screen that form a bunch of tiny islands. It looks like Hawaii times ten. Sometimes I don't notice them. I probably won't say anything. I'll probably just let it go and just stew over it.
Fourth, oh how do I say it so I don't sound like a pretentious elitist douche bag, there's an element of white trashiness, characteristic in all the motels I've stayed in. Seriously, when I arrived today there was a half dozen kids playing in the parking lot. What the fuck?! To top it off, there's an "interracial couple", nothing wrong with it, having a Jerry Springer moment just as I'm walking by. The woman had something to say to her man. Now listen, I don't care if you have to say something to your man or your lady but have some class and keep it inside. People like this don't care who's around, it blows my mind. The woman, "Hey!" Man ignores her. Again, "Hey! Don't you want to know what she said to me?" Again, man ignores her. "She said, I don't know how you do it. You do all the work and he does nothing!" I just kept on walking and thankfully wasn't around for any more saga. All I'm saying, it so cliche' it's humorous and somewhat sad.
Basically, what I'm saying, I have to get into a higher tax bracket. These situations would go away with a little more d0 ray mi. It would be nice to stay somewhere one day where I walk through a lobby to an elevator and up to my room.
All was not bad on this day six. I ate at my favorite restaurant, Souplantation/Sweet Tomatoes. All you can eat salad and soup bar. My goal is to go there enough so they give me a hat. You have to have goals in life. I'm sure they'll be more about Souplantation/Sweet Tomatoes in the upcoming days. And, there was the car show.
THE CAR SHOW
The only reason I stopped at this thing was because I had an hour and a half to kill before I could check into my "hotel". It was pretty sweet and I'm glad I walked around and observed the cars. I like cars.
It was well organized and there was a radio station there broadcasting live!!! There were even lovely, scantily clad ladies walking around bringing men drinks and $5 hamburgers. Also, if you tipped them enough you could get your picture taken with them in front of one of the cars.
I would've chosen this one. Someone has a sense of humor.
A random stranger came up to me and asked me if the car above, the one running over an infant in Florida State garb, if the roof had been chopped or not. What? You're asking me? I'm wearing sweatpants, a tee shirt and my Bruins cap, does it look like I know anything about cars? I replied, "I like sports. Do you like sports?" He looked at me like I ran over his infant son, then walked away.
Then I saw it. My dream car. A Camaro.
Posted by Tony Moschetto at 1/16/2012 12:13 AM 
Categories: The Daily Paragraph, The Great Florida Trip of 2012
Categories: The Daily Paragraph, The Great Florida Trip of 2012
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