I LIVE NEXT to a sex motel. It’s not as bad as you might think. Actually, it’s great because it functions as 24-hour security.
The motel has just eight rooms. They sit above their individual carports with outer curtains so Nosy Parkers can’t even spot the vehicles. Gossip, you know.
It’s a pretty snazzy joint. Late in the construction almost 10 years ago, we crept into one of the rooms for a peek. The rearmost room even has a jacuzzi.
Here’s something odd though. At the back of the mostly two-story building is a third story, the laundry room. There are a number of washers, and an indoor clothesline.
But no dryers.
The clothesline is, by necessity, rather short. The sheets are dried there, but the blankets are not. They are spread out on the roof to air-dry, and air there is a’plenty.
Blankets are blown about quite a bit on the rain-stained roof. Pillows are out there too. You can spot one by a skylight.
This does not seem sanitary. I wonder if they sweep before tossing out blankets, pillowcases and pillows.
I also wonder why they didn’t install a lengthy clothesline on the roof. Maybe the owner thought it would look cheesy. Wouldn’t want a sex motel to look cheesy.
The human shadow you see is your photojournalist himself. The two tall shadows are the Hacienda chimneys. The Hacienda sits higher than the sex motel.
And the skinny shadow to the right is my WiFi antenna.
While up there, I snapped the photo below in the other direction. That’s how the area looked from the roof Friday morning. It was 42 degrees, blue skies and breezy.
If you click on the bottom shot, click again to enlarge it, you’ll spot a V-formation of white egrets at the top left.