2-Star Hotels in West City

It started with the front desk attendant who didn't say a word when I walked in - he just sat there, staring blankly at me. I guess some hospitality is too much to expect from someone working in the... 'hospitality' business. Anyway, after that, it was all downhill from there: - The room smelled SATURATED with Pledge wood cleaner - Cable box outlet attached to the wall was rusting - Stains (red?...) on both a pillowcase, and the bedsheet - An adhesive UPC label still attached to one of the towels (hey, I guess I could rest assured they were new) - Room doors that *SLAMMED* shut if you opened them too far and let go - The most paper-thin walls I've ever experienced in a motel My plan was, after an early bedtime, to get up and hit the road around 3 AM. After barely 4 hours of sleep, someone's room door SLAMMED shut - it was so loud, for a few moments I honestly thought a firearm had been discharged in a nearby room. When I came to my senses, it was 1 AM, on a MONDAY morning... and the 3 bikers next door were laughing and partying and carrying on. I could make out almost every single word they were saying. The noise was far too much for me to go back to sleep, so I packed up and left, eager to leave. Before I left, I dropped by the front desk to get a paper receipt of my bill. Of course nobody was there, so I pressed the ”ring for assistance” button and waited several minutes. After pressing the button multiple times... would you like to guess whether or not anyone showed up to help me? Go ahead - take a guess. Take a look at my score, re-read the story, then take a good, educated guess. -____- Lesson learned: STICK TO NAME BRANDS WHEN TRAVELLING.