Hilton Garden Inn Hotels in Linthicum Heights

The room smelled like mold. My pillows smelled like mold. If I hadn't been treated so poorly when I (finally) complained, I would be satisfied and happy. That's not what happened though. I arrived at the Hilton Garden Inn BWI around 9:30pm, plugged in my computer, unpacked a couple of things, and went to the restaurant across the street. I couldn't find anything decent, so I came bad to the hotel, picked up a mediocre salad, and retired to my room. The room (Rm 139) smelled musty. By now it was going on 10pm, and I had to be up at 4am for a 6pm flight. Changing rooms would be a hassle, and maybe it wasn't so bad. I ate my salad and watched a little tv. It still smelled but it wasn't terrible. Eventually, I climbed into bed and layed down. The pillows smelled bad - like really mildewy. I laid in bed for 15 or 20 minutes. It was really bad. Got dressed, packed up, went to the front desk. Told the fellow at the front desk that my room smelled terrible - mildewy - and that I couldn't sleep. ”I can't move you. I don't have any rooms that aren't more expensive. If you want a different room you'll have to pay more for it” I explained that my room smelled like mildrew and that he needed to move me. ”Did you tell anyone at the desk earlier that your room smelled bad?” I was stunned. No - I hadn't; i didn't want to be a problem and moving would be a hassle, but now I couldn't stay there - it was a problem. He repeated that he couldn't move me unless I was willing to pay for a more expensive room. He must have told me I needed to pay for a more expensive room three times. Eventually I said you can't leave me in a room where I'm sleeping on mildewed pillows - that's a health hazard. ”There's no health hazard in this hotel. Why didn't you complain earlier?” Now I'm pretty angry. I say, ”Because I didn't. Are you saying I'm lying? Why on earth would I come to the lobby at 12:30 in the morning in advance of a 4am shuttle to the airport making up lies about mildew?” He tells that he doesn't know what I might do and that he can't do anything unless he can have someone come check out my room. ”When?” I ask. He can't - won't - tell me. I say, ”I can get you a pillow - you can smell the mold for yourself.” ”Fine,” he says. I leave to get a pillow, which I bring back to the desk. He sniffs it. ”Do all the pillows smell like this? Is this the only one?” I tell him that yes, all the pillows smell like that. I am relieved; a new room is in sight. Now he just stares at me, unconcerned. ”Sooooo?” I say. ”I have to get someone to check out your room.” ???????????? ”When?” He shrugged. ”Can you ballpark me? 10 minutes? 15 minutes? an hour?” He shrugged, then, ”I called him. When he gets back.” ”Is he on the property?” I ask. His response: ”I don't know”. I take a seat in the lobby. Five minutes later a different fellow comes over, and we walk to my room. I open the door and he sticks his head in. ”It's bad,” he says. ”Let's go.” Back at the front desk, the n