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⭐️⭐️ 2/5 Stars – Salvation Army or Surprise Probation? 🤡🍽️🚔
Fresh out of jail thanks to my ex-wife’s perjury-fueled legal magic trick (she convinced the court my son didn’t live with me when he absolutely did—bravo, Michelle! 👏🎭), I found myself stranded in Galveston.
Now, jailhouse reviews aren’t exactly the New York Times Travel Guide, but when every single inmate tells you: “Bro, get off this island before you get arrested for existing” 🚔👀—you start to believe it. But with no money, no ride, and no desire to test local law enforcement’s enthusiasm for unnecessary arrests, I needed food and maybe a place to crash for the night.
Enter: The Salvation Army.
🍛 Meal Time – A+ Experience, No Questions Asked!
Let’s start with the good: Dinner is served at 5 PM sharp, and it was solid. ✅ The volunteers were nice, the food was hot, and if you hang around until 5:30, you can get seconds if they have any left. No judgment, no weird rules, just food. 🍛✨
Most importantly, you can walk in absolutely hammered, and no one will care. 🍻💃 Fantastic! (Hold that thought for later.)
For a moment, I thought Maybe this place is a safe haven! Oh, how naive I was.
🚨 The Intake Experience – Welcome to the Breathalyzer Gauntlet 🎤💨
Feeling slightly optimistic after a good meal, I figured, Alright, let’s see about a place to sleep. BIG mistake.
I approached the intake door at 6 PM, expecting some basic instructions or maybe a “Hey, how can we help you?” NOPE. Instead, I got a breathalyzer jammed into my face like I was on parole. 🤯🚔
No hello. No explanation. Just BLOW.
Now, I’m no stranger to bizarre legal procedures (thanks again, Vanessa! 👋), but this was next-level weird. Thankfully, I watched the poor guy ahead of me do it, so I knew the drill. Monkey see, monkey do. 🐵💨
But imagine if I hadn’t? Would they have tackled me for failing the Mystery Breathalyzer Challenge? Was I about to get arrested for looking confused? The world may never know.
📄 30 Days or GTFO – The No-Options Housing Plan
Once I successfully proved I wasn’t drunk (which, again, wouldn’t have even mattered at dinner 🍷🤦♂️), they handed me some paperwork. No explanation. No instructions. Just “Sign here.”
Turns out, I was signing up for a 30-DAY PROGRAM.
Now, look. Structure is great, programs are great—but I was just trying to survive the night, not accidentally enlist in a month-long Salvation Army internship. 🏕️😵💫
So I asked a reasonable question:
“Is there an option for just a night or two?”
BIG mistake.
The staff member IMMEDIATELY got an attitude, as if I had just demanded room service and a spa treatment. “This isn’t a hotel. If you don’t like it, leave!” 😤🏨🚪
Bro, I just asked a question.
Was I supposed to instinctively absorb the rules through osmosis? Or maybe they expected me to have already taken the Salvation Army Entrance Exam™ before showing up?
Either way, I wasn’t about to sign up for a 30-day commitment on an island full of cops who arrest people for sport.
🏃♂️ FINAL VERDICT – Great Food, Terrible Hospitality
✅ Food? Great. Show up at 5 PM, eat well, grab seconds at 5:30. 🍛✨
❌ Intake? Terrible. If you need a place to stay, expect a surprise breathalyzer, zero explanation, and a 30-day program you didn’t sign up for.
If you’re just hungry, this place is fantastic. If you need shelter? Prepare for a weird power trip and an unexpected game of “Sign Here or Get Out.”
Moral of the story: Come for the food, flee before they make you enroll in an unadvertised month-long stay… or worse, before Galveston’s cops find an excuse to lock you up again. 🚔🏃♂️💨
Great place if you are down on your luck.