Hi Folks! When in Southern California remember to stop at the
“FABULOUS FLAMINGO MOTEL.” We offer Friendly Comfort, featuring Air
Conditioning Telephone - T.V. and Hi Fi. A modern shopping center and
Restaurant are across the street. Phone or write for reservations. The
Welcome Mat is out for you. Hope to see you soon.
Your Hosts, — Mr. and Mrs. Harold Elsner
What would you like to do? A) Spend a few nights here. B) Live the rest of my life here. C) Own the Motel. D) Own the Motel and live the rest of my life here.
Relaxing days at home were something you struggled to enjoy. Your career was one of the most important things to you and it constantly took over your life. Being a Youtuber was something you didn’t think was in your future but from the minute you uploaded your first video, your subscribers kept growing and it now sits at over 9 million. You were constantly thinking of new ideas, having meetings with your team and scheduling every minute of every day. But when your manager insisted you go home and spend a relaxing night in to rid you of your stress, you didn’t think it would end the way it did.
“I still see that pink neon sign off exit 139.” You sang along as you massaged the shampoo into your hair. Country music was always a genre that could get you into a good mood so you knew it was the only way to go.
“They still got the front desk guy who looks like Cee Lo.”
“Oh crap!” You jumped at the sound of someone else’s voice and immediately began wishing you hadn’t bought see-through shower doors.
“Joe!” You yelled, doing your best to cover yourself.
“I didn’t…oh God…fuck…” He said, placing his hands over his eyes and turning around. But your heart still raced since you knew if he removed his hands, he’d be able to see your reflection in the mirror.
“Get out!” You yelled at him, rolling your eyes at the fact that you even had to tell him to do so. “What the hell are you doing here?” You asked, emerging from the bathroom in a towel.
“The guys want to go out and since I was on my way to Jack’s, I thought I’d stop by and pick you up.” He explained, avoiding eye contact with you.
“And you didn’t think ‘oh, maybe she’s in the shower’ when you heard the music?”
“I don’t know, okay! I clearly wasn’t thinking but I definitely was afterwards.”
“Shut up!” You said, grabbing a pillow from the couch and throwing it at him, causing him to laugh.
“I didn’t know you had a tattoo.”
“Well now you do.”
“I mean, I know a lot more than I did five minutes ago.”
“Joe! Get out!” You said, taking his arm in your hand and dragging him towards the door.
“You know,” He said, placing his hand on the door, stopping you from closing it. “You’ve actually got a really nice body.”
“Ugh!” You rolled your eyes as you closed the door and leaned your back against it, hoping he wouldn’t try to come back in. You let out a sigh as you shook your head and thought “So much for a relaxing night.”
114 Seventh Street at Mission
San Francisco 3, California
Telephone MA 1-0701
Located only one block from shopping, theaters, the Civic Center and opposite the main Post Office. Featuring safe individually controlled hot water heat, TV, radio, complimentary freshly brewed coffee, City tours, ample sheltered parking, and adjoining restaurant. Reservations suggested. Member of the Best Western Motels.
1964: Dunes hotel tower under construction, before the “Dunes” sign was erected in October. Flamingo and Three Coins Motel are seen to the upper right. Photographer unknown, via Greg Clarke. 2017: View from the Cosmopolitan.