Unplanned Vacation

"We're going on vacation," my husband said. I gave him a big kiss. Time away from home and housework was something I wouldn't miss. "Let's check into our hotel," I cried, when I heard thunder. "Which hotel?" My husband asked. I looked at him with wonder. "You made reservations, didn't you?" I asked with a sense of doom. The town over-flowed with people. We'd never get a room. We drove by nice hotels and inns. "No vacancy", signs read. We were in the dingy part of town when he turned the car around. There was a lit sign above a doorway, a room was to be found. A shirtless man said, "Money first", I gave my man a frown. He whispered, "It's a flophouse." I didn't like that term. The look I gave my husband was meant to make him squirm. And as I glared, I truly hoped that it would cause him pain. Coming with no reservation, was really quite insane. I vowed if we got home alive, I'd never leave again.