I checked in again and the man behind the 'safety glass' gave me the same room as before. Even though he made a big deal out of it when I checked out… saying that there might be no vacancies later.
He also made sure to try and convince me to pay by the week this time. A real salesman.
But I held my ground! After all, while I may be tired… I feel quite strong at the moment.
I was able to stand next to, talk back to, and walk alongside the Alpha of the Rimecoat without completely making a fool of myself. Not… completely.
After I closed, locked, latched, and chained the probably very flimsy motel room door, I sat down everything I'm carrying.
The reusable canvas bag from the grocer I'd been lugging in one hand first. Followed by the backpack and totes.
