One winter season, my wife and I were on our way home from seeing my parents.
The kids were sitting in the backseat of the car and it was very cold.
There was snow on the ground and it was coming down quickly. I could barely see the road in front of us, so my wife and I decided to get a motel room. We didn’t have two dozen selections and we found the only place between our house and my parents. It was a seedy little joint called the pine cone inn. The owner of the motel was working in the lobby. She gave us a key for room number seven. She told us that there were two additional guests in room six and she said they were on their honeymoon. It was clear to us that the couple was on their honeymoon after all of the sounds we heard coming from their room. The kids were a little scared of the noises, and we couldn’t really tell them that the people were having sex. Instead, we turned on the television and turned up the fan on the heater. The heater was already running, but the fan made the sounds a little louder. We watched tv until the sounds stopped and the kids fell asleep. We left the fan on the heater running, since it was warm and cozy inside. It was 14 degrees outside and the snow was coming down more quickly than when we arrived. When we woke up in the morning, the roads were clear and we could drive the rest of the way home.