STORYMODE!
During the holiday season when I took some much-needed time off to spend time out of state with the relatives, I was alas bamboozled again by the pajeet menace and its filthy brown hands which have a grip over the hotel industry. Myself and others in this thread previously expressed our disdain for the pajeet monopoly on small hotels, so you can chalk this tale up to yet another sad story of this saga. Without powerleveling, I was visiting family in a small rural town in a purple-but-red-leaning state. I booked a small cottage for rent that was advertised as being a "quaint country getaway" -- and in reality, it was just small motel along a major highway with loud trucks everywhere. I booked online and was e-mailed complicated instructions how to self check-in to my room, and the instrucitons explicity mentioned there was no staff on site and no help desk.
I tried to book into my room to no avail, so I called a help number. As you can guess, an Indian woman speaking in broken English was on the phone trying to give me help with getting into my room. I couldn't understand a fucking word she was saying, so I seriously got angry and demanded to speak with someone else and eventually hung up. I walked over to a nearby office (which I was told no one would be inside) and entered anyway. Before someone even approached the desk, I could smell the pungent aroma of armpits and curry. Suddenly the fat, sweaty pajeet manager waddled over to the desk and asked what I wanted. I tried to explain to him that I booked online and couldn't access my room, and eventually he gave me my "key" -- a piece of paper printed off his computer which had a 4-digit key code.
I went to my room and realized the key code was
NOT for an electronic lock like most AirBNBs have -- rather it was a fucking lockbox containing regular metal keys by the door, like you'd see at a vacant house! What the fuck kind of hotel in post-2000 still has god damn metal keys instead of electronic key cards or digital code locks!!?? Well then I tried to enter my room, but it was still being cleaned by a Mexican housekeeper who didn't speak English either, despite it being way past my agreed check-in time. I ended up waiting outside in the cold for a while and checking in late.
As for the motel room, it was old fashioned but slightly renovated -- as in, they merely slapped a new coat of paint on it, gave it some millennial grey vinyl flooring, and added a useless smart mirror in the bathroom. Everything else was either mediocre or old fashioned. The wall-mounted heater was loud as hell and barely worked. Despite the cold weather, for some reason there were fucking flies buzzing around the room and bothering me in my sleep. No soap nor shampoo in the bathrooms. The faucet for the bathroom sink wasn't installed properly, so you had to set it to cold to get hot water. Just a bunch of really dumb shit like that.
I should have done my research more, so later I checked the reviews for this place and noticed the solid 1/5 star reviews for the past year, with people airing my same exact grievances. I checked similar hotels in the area and saw places that were as low as $60 a night (WOW!) -- until I took the time to read the reviews to see nothing but 1/5 star reviews for the past few years. People shared photos of their piss-stained beds, bug-infestested blankets, shit-stained unvacuumed floors, and blood-covered lamp shades (figure that one out). One woman even mentioned that the housekeeping stole her luggage and personal items and threw them in the dumpster, so the manager had to crawl inside the garbage and fish it out and give it back to her uncleaned. People in the reviews were even saying that were so utterly disgusted that they checked-out earlier than booked and just slept in their cars in nearby parking lots. And of course everyone who left a negative review specified that despite their horrendous stays, they were given strictly no refunds. The reviews didn't mention anything about this particular place being run by jeets, but I think you can read between the lines -- especially as evidenced by the responses from hotel staff in the negative reviews, which had that kind of
"Good morning sir, please kindly..." vibe to them.
The fact that this happens in small town USA means no one is safe from the vast reach of the Indian Menace.
The thing with Indians and being seen as a model immigrant was that only worked when someone only saw Indians in media. The moment pajeets started speading like rats it was all over for their reputation.
What's crazy is that when I was a kid in the 90's, I rarely ever crossed paths with any pajeets in my town. We had a fair amount of blacks and Hispanics, but the Indians I ever saw were always in the lower single digits. I think my entire school had maybe 2-3 pajeets max, and as far as I remember they were just brown kids with funny names who otherwise kept to themselves. The convenience stores in my area were almost exclusively staffed by white teenagers or middle-aged adults. The stereotype of the Indian 7-Eleven clerk was (as far as I was concerned then) an inaccurate sitcom trope fueled by Apu on the Simpsons.
Flash forward to just a few years ago, and whenever I visit my hometown to see family, it feels like some kind of Brazil-tier shithole that's been colonized by India. Every local shop and motel is run by pajeets, and a lot of former business that I remember in my youth are now vape/kratom shops that feel like money laundering fronts.
They're.
Every. Fucking. Where.
