Motels in the Era of Covid

You're on vacation and loving life. You're free. Good times await with family and friends. But you have to get there first. That's a big problem for me. I hate flying because I get motion sickness. Riding the interstates of death in America requires many risks, including whether to stop at a motel for rest. I used to sleep in rest areas more often but after getting jumped a few years ago I've been more leery of that. So if I don't make the trip in one drive, even if its 15 hours or more, than I tend to get a hotel. I get to clean up and see some interesting sites in cities around 'Merica like El Paso and Tucson. This summer I was heading back to Texas from the Chicago area and decided to stay in southern Illinois, and the constant rain and threat of long delays driving through St. Louis, convinced me a hotel layover was needed. After checking in to the motel my room reeked of something chemical and being a very sensitive man I asked for another room. A woman in the lobby interjected herself into my situation and eventually queried "So you're a pussy?" Maybe she wasn't asking. It's weird to have to talk to an adult the way I talk to my middle school kids and redirect their behavior. But I did eventually get a good room on the third floor. The first pic below shows one of the few vehicles in the parking lot during the day. What is an "escort service"? I'm just guessing here, but either motels are turning into brothels to make money or some of them always were and I was too naive to know it. I went to the local brew pub, but it was closed due to the ronas. Thank God the Buffalo Wild Wings was open. I forgot how theme park these modern eateries are.