I've stayed in a few fleabags in my time (and not particularly minded it), but this one takes the cake: So revolting that the only thing to do was plug your nose and laugh. Everything about it was rank: the parking lot, the reception area, the filthy carpet in the hallways, the gag-inducing reek of cigarette smoke. Worst of all? The pile of cigarette butts waiting for us on the stairway in the morning. Oh, and the police banging on someone's door in the night. Before I arrived I had thought I could fit in some work there but no such luck -- it's too gross and as far as I could tell there was no wifi.
I have to hand it to the two poor fellows at the desk: They were so gracious and helpful ... and sheepish, as if they were embarrassed by their workplace and were doing everything they could to make up for it. Guys, you deserve better! Run for the hills!
