Originally Posted by
hutmaster
Years ago when I worked in Malibu, I got stuck there several times the year of the "el ninos" Mudslides would close the roads and I literally could not get home. Malibu is a gorgeous city and home to the rich and famous, but sucks in terms of hotel rooms. There are a few really nice boutique style hotels on the beach that 15 years ago were in the $300 / night+ rate or there are dives motels. Literally nothing in-between. The first time I got stuck, I went to one of the dive motels, I was charged like $45 for a room. It wasn't that bad....outdated furniture but it was clean. A week later I get stranded again. I go to same place and ask for a room. The clerk says it will be $75 dollars. I told him I paid $45 last week. He looked shocked and said, "Who charged you $45?" I said you did last week. He laughs and says ok $45 it is. I get a different room this time and on the wall is what looks like a cabinet door. I open it and to my surprise it was literally a fucking tunnel. It looked like it was some sort of service corridor. I had visions of being asleep and people coming out of this tunnel. So I go ask for another room. The second room appears ok. I go to bed and get woken up by a drip directly over the bed hitting me in the face. I got stuck one more time, went to same place and left after I pulled back the covers to the bed and I noticed several what looked like pubic hairs on the sheets.