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with old-age pensioners who gawk at her. And even if I register as Mr. and Mrs. Viger, I worry about how to explain Adelaide crawling out of the woodwork after I check in as a male....

The only hotels I feel comfortable in are those few that have entrances ut of view of the desk, or the bust- ling big-city ones where Adelaide melts into the hubbub of guests coming and going. But even these hotels pre sent their own problems and worries. I, for instance, am deathly fearful of my car being broken into or stolen on hotel parking lots. A most embarrassing pre- dicament if it occurs while I'm Adelaide....

even

So for all their advantages of centralized location; cheap (and luxurious) rooms; lots of activity and people to camouflage one's femme-limitations; hotels still can- not compare with motels for TV conveniences. At least that is my opinion.

My main reason for prefering motels is that you can throughly "case" them before checking in. And, ironi- cally enough, a motel's best gimmick, the television set, allows you to squirm out of checking in if you de- cide you don't like the place upon closer examination. (I have often backed out of a motel situation I found I didn't like, even after signing in, by exclaiming "Oh, I thought that room had a TV... clerk asking me what I expect for the lowest priced room but I've eliminated one more TV-motel possibility)

I leave the

But what I really like about motels is the fact that you can check on such things as the position of the motel office in relation to the units; whether there is a nearby restaurant or night club within high-heel walking distance; and how dimly lit everything is. My TV-motels have to be just right and it's alway: a delightful game of chance to see how they turn out. It's often frustrating too.

my congratulations and envy

Those who can brazenly check in as a double have I just cannot afford double accomodations. On my salary I can barely afford motels at all.... Still, I could be kidding myself, too. Perhaps I really unconsciously like the cat-and-mouse chicanery of being "two" guests at опсе

for the price of one.