If you’re on the run and need a flop house to lay low while the heat is still on, this is your place since they still pay cash and I can’t imagine that the desk clerk would be any more helpful to The Man than she was to me. I interrupted her re-run of “A Different World” at 3:30 pm and she made sure I got the message. This place is run down and the whole wants obviously got the message that it doesn’t matter, people will still stay here. I was attending an event nearby and selected a reasonably priced hotel instead of the some other options further away that were ludicrously overpriced. Bad move. The carpet and blanket both had cigarette (sure, let’s go with that) burns. The sheets had visible stains and my bedbug check got EXTREMELY thorough. Fingers crossed. The walls are beat up and need to be re-finished and painted. But the bathroom…*chef’s kiss*. The metal strip between the carpet and tile in the door had EVERY. SINGLE. NAIL sticking up waiting to cut my foot. The bathroom wasn’t…what’s the word…clean. Or safe. The toilet was dangerously cracked. Like, “the next person of above-average weight who sits down on this thing might die from being sliced up when the porcelain shatters” cracked. And for some ungodly reason, there is a motion detector in the bathroom hooked to what I can only believe is a 1 million candlepower semi truck headlight that stays on for 3 minutes whenever you enter the bathroom, even at 3am when you just have to pee. -1/10, never again.
If you’re on the run and need a flop house to lay low while the heat is still on, this is your place since they still pay cash and I can’t imagine that the desk clerk would be any more helpful to The Man than she was to me. I interrupted her re-run of “A Different World” at 3:30 pm and she made sure I got the message. This place is run down and the whole wants obviously got the message that it doesn’t matter, people will still stay here. I was attending an event nearby and selected a reasonably priced hotel instead of the some other options further away that were ludicrously overpriced. Bad move. The carpet and blanket both had cigarette (sure, let’s go with that) burns. The sheets had visible stains and my bedbug check got EXTREMELY thorough. Fingers crossed. The walls are beat up and need to be re-finished and painted. But the bathroom…*chef’s kiss*. The metal strip between the carpet and tile in the door had EVERY. SINGLE. NAIL sticking up waiting to cut my foot. The bathroom wasn’t…what’s the word…clean. Or safe. The toilet was dangerously cracked. Like, “the next person of above-average weight who sits down on this thing might die from being sliced up when the porcelain shatters” cracked. And for some ungodly reason, there is a motion detector in the bathroom hooked to what I can only believe is a 1 million candlepower semi truck headlight that stays on for 3 minutes whenever you enter the bathroom, even at 3am when you just have to pee. -1/10, never again.
