“Sixty dollars” the man at the motel desk said in a thick accent as he entered it into the credit/debit pad. I looked at the pad and saw the amount $0.60. “You hit enter” he said, urging me to complete the transaction. I thought about taking the $59.40 discount but then decided to do the right thing and I pressed the zero button two more times to make it read “$60.00”. The man at the desk looked at it somewhat confused and said “Sixty dollars?”, and I gave him a big thumbs up. Finally, I hit enter and then the PIN and I had paid full price for the room. When the transaction was complete he handed me a room key (not a card but a key) and said “thank you” a dozen times. Phoebe and I went to the room and found a bed that was about 5 feet long and a TV that didn’t work and a room that hadn’t been updated in 60 years. But there was 4 walls and a door so we had a place to stay for the night and that’s all I cared about, we were on our way to a wedding so I figured by the time we got back to the motel we probably wouldn’t even notice if the bed was made of quartz. The last thing I remember hearing Phoebe say before I fell asleep that night was “we’re gonna get murdered in this room.”.
But that’s the end of the week…. what about comedy? Well, I’ll tell you.