No Extra Charge for Claustrophobia: Friday’s Little Room of Fictioneers

Have you heard or seen or even stayed in one of those new mini-rooms that are supposed to save a traveler money? Ever suspect that it’s not being created for savings, but to load tons of more guests into less and less space, and collect more and more money… here’s one example.

Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic each week to write a 100 word story about.

This week it’s humor (funny, it was humor the week before, and the week before that, and the week before…)

Copyright – Janet Webb

Copyright – Janet Webb

No Extra Charge for Claustrophobia

The big-city hotel room had Sam ballistic.

“For $900.00 a night, I get a mirrored closet?”

Skyler, his contact, explained, “It’s the latest in mini-rooms. Place your laptop on that little shelf, sit on that white porcelain stool which doubles as your commode, and slide the shelf upward when you have to go.”

Sam flipped. “Does a noose drop down, and I get to sleep hanging from it?”

“So morbid, but we can arrange it. This mirror moves up, and you sleep normally, inside an alcove in the wall.”

“Great. So I can pretend I’m having an MRI.”

“Maybe you’d prefer our coffin model mini-suite?”

Randy Mazie

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49 thoughts on “No Extra Charge for Claustrophobia: Friday’s Little Room of Fictioneers

      • Sorry.
        i didn’t know that folks in the Midwest even had toilets.
        Was that story about your father’s “office” made up?.
        Oh, wait a minute. I bet I know. It was an outhouse attached to the front of your house.
        Whoa. i know that was low.

        And the
        ’60s?
        I never heard of them.

        Wow… you are a baby….. but there were pay toilets in public facilities in major cities in the mid ’70s to, my guess would be, the early ’80s. though growing up in NY – we’d pee in the streets, writing our names against the wall.

        And all kidding aside, I grew up in the ’60s and I loved it. I was born in 1950.

        Randy

        • Oh crap, Randy!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You are BACK with a vengeance now.

          In all seriousness, I was born in 1961. I remember very much the fifties trappings left over before I went to kindergarten. Yes, we had toilets but never paid. Only in NY, I guess.

  1. Maybe a bit too much sacrificed for the sake of efficiency. Sounds like it’s going to take more than a couple of mirrors to get Sam’s business again. Two nicely developed characters in 100 words–go, you.

  2. Dear Randy,

    This sounds a bit like an article I read about hotels in Japan a few years back. At least in the one in your story your narrator can conduct two types of business at once. American ingenuity. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  3. Randy, I don’t think I’d like that kind of room. I hope they provide that spray freshener they’re always advertising for bathrooms. 😀 I don’t want to sleep in a bathroom thank you very much. Funny and well written. 🙂 —Susan

  4. This reminds me of an overnight train journey I made once, long, long ago, in a miniature sleeping compartment with all sorts of clever little dual purpose fittings. I thought it was a great adventure at the time – not so sure I’d feel the same about it now. Enjoyable.

    • I just did one last winter. Took the train from Ft. Lauderdale to Charleston. loved it.
      But coming back was a disaster. Took almost 24 hours, several breakdowns, delays, no a/c. I could of walked back faster and more happily.

  5. Dear Randy, We stayed in a hotel across from the Eiffel tower and the bed was almost as big as the room. The bathroom was huge though. Go figure. Oh well – it was a beautiful view and trip!
    Nan 🙂

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