A Tale of Two Airbnbs

I’m on my way to Montana!! After a long drive made bearable by a Burgerville milkshake and 2 naps, I got to Spokane at about 8 last night. My best friend just had a baby about 2 weeks ago, so I stopped and visited for a while. He’s adorable, nbd.

I got to my Airbnb at around 10 and was surprised at how nice it was. I only paid $30 for it, and there was Wi-Fi, my own bathroom, a zillion pillows on the bed, and complementary gift cards to a local salon. The only weird thing was that, on the welcome board, it said “Billy.” I double checked my email to confirm I was at the right address, and when I saw the key was still in the door I showered and got ready for bed.

I was just about to throw all the pillows from the bed when I thought, “I should look at the check out instructions.” That’s when I saw a follow up message to the original confirmation email, telling me that she’d given me the wrong address initially and I needed to be in the house next door. I was sorely tempted to sleep there anyways, but then I thought of poor Billy coming in after midnight and finding his room locked—I sent an apology message and moved. (Also, there was no sign that anyone was still staying there. No luggage, and all the towels were folded still—I’m 98% sure he’d already checked out 🙂 )

The new place was better than the old. No Wi-Fi, but it was warmer and smaller, with a heated mattress and not as many nooks that my imagination could put monsters into. I slept great. Moral of the story: read all messages thoroughly before checking into your room. Even so, I would totally stay there again, or recommend it to anyone going through Spokane. Adventure!!