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Waterfront Airbnb Rental Really Just Discarded Mattress

Newlyweds Desmond and Molly Jones were dismayed to arrive at the beachfront vacation rental they booked on Airbnb to discover it was really just a discarded mattress abutting the shore.

"The amenities aren't what we expected, but you really can't beat this view," said Desmond to his wife, desperately trying to put a positive spin on the situation. "Don't you dare, Des!" said Molly, who begged her husband to spend the extra money on the honeymoon suite at the Setai. As she began to loudly cry she woke the homeless man already sleeping on the mattress. "Get the fuck out of my home!" yelled the man at the couple before falling back asleep.

Desperate to find alternative accommodations, the Columbus, Ohio couple ordered an Uber but were similarly disappointed to find that the 2015 Toyota Camry that they had expected to show up was actually an old white Econoline mini-van driven by an elderly Cuban man listening to Justin Bieber too loudly. "Can you turn it down!" yelled Desmond to the driver who just ignored him. "I don't think he speaks English," he told his wife, who couldn't even anymore.

After being turned away from several luxury hotels without vacancies on South Beach, the couple was told by Xavier Hernandes, a valet at the Fontainebleau who overheard their fight, that his parents in Hialeah rented their place on Airbnb and could accommodate. "Hialeah is beautiful, you'll love it," said the valet.

"See honey, things are going to work out," smiled Desmond to his wife who at this point just wanted to go home and rethink some things.

After waiting for Xavier to get off of his shift, the 20-year-old drove the couple to his parent's rental property, which unbeknownst to the Midwestern couple was actually just several discarded couches lining a street of row houses.

"What the fuck, Desmond! This isn't the honeymoon I imagined!" said Molly, breaking down. "I'm not sleeping out here, it isn't safe! And these couches are covered with chickens!"

"Look, do you think this is what I wanted? I am trying my hardest to make this work."

"Well, maybe this just isn't...supposed to work."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I just...maybe this is a sign, Des. If we can't even do a honeymoon right, maybe it's stupid for us to think we can actually build a life together."

"Are you serious?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Maybe we rushed into this."

"Babe, it's just, it's just a mix-up. We'll laugh about this one day," said Desmond, tears forming in his eyes.

"I hope so, but I need to get back to Ohio to think about it," said Molly as she ordered another Uber to take her back to the airport.

"Don't do this, Molly," said Desmond to his new wife as she got into what she was told would be a 2016 Prius but was actually a wooden rickshaw driven by a worldly Rastafarian type.

As Desmond watched his wife ride away Xavier returned from inside his house. "Hey man, your room is ready."

"What do you mean? You said we had to sleep on these discarded couches," said Desmond.

"Bro, I was just fuckin' with you. We got a queen bed for you inside and in the morning my abuela will make you breakfast. Hey, where'd your girl go?"

By Milo
Photo by Monica Herrera

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Milo is the Editor of the Plantain. He went to college.
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