AMonger
Veteran Expediter
Ever stop at a motel that made you go, "Are you kidding? How are you still in business?"
I have a couple in mind. One, the Motel 6 in Terre Haute, IN. Spent a month there one week while the transmission was being rebuilt. Bugs...general filth...the steep decline in my instinct of self-preservation.
Then there's the Knight's Inn in Indianapolis by the McDonald's next to the Hook. The big bow in the bed...the smell...the filth...the jackball of a manager.
The placard on the back of the door said checkout was noon. My truck was in the shop again, so I wasn't going anywhere soon, but I was going to check out that day anyway because the place was filthy, so I was going to have a shower before leaving. Shortly before eleven, the manager calls me and says it's time to either come down and pay for another day or check out.
"Uh, checkout is noon, so I have some more time, right?"
"No, checkout is eleven."
I told him the sign on the door says checkout's noon. He got in my face--well, if it hadn't been over the phone, he'd have been in my face--and told me there's a sign in the lobby that says it's 11:00. I hadn't raised my voice to this guy at all, and he's being a complete jackball. I asked him if he wouldn't mind if I took a shower first, maybe be down there about a quarter after. Nothing doing. Checkout's 11:00, not 11:01, he tells me.
"Being that the sign on the door says noon, how about a little slack here, pal? Other places are pretty flexible."
He informed me that he had been in the motel business for 29 years, and had never heard of anyone getting an extra 15 minutes. I didn't say it, but I thought, "Yeah, well, this is a half-step up from a no-tell motel, so maybe you're not the best judge of what the rest of the industry does."
He wouldn't budge, and I was a little ****ed, so I hung up on him and started to get my things together. About two seconds later, the phone rang again. "DON'T YOU EVER HANG UP ON ME!" he roared. I slammed the phone down again immediately. I packed up my stuff, including my little dog, who was just a pup then and was in a little carrier, and trudged to the lobby. I had an overnight bag, a laptop bag, and my pup in her carrier. I was a little weighted down. Because of my load, I was going to have their shuttle driver take me over to Stoops, but now I was ****ed and didn't want anything more to do with him. I leaned halfway into the lobby and flung the keycard at him. It hit him in the chest. I suppose, technically, that he could have charged me with assault. Instead, he yelled, "You know, (profanity), you're a real (profanity)."
Haven't stayed at a Knight's Inn since.
Anybody else have motel horror stories?
I have a couple in mind. One, the Motel 6 in Terre Haute, IN. Spent a month there one week while the transmission was being rebuilt. Bugs...general filth...the steep decline in my instinct of self-preservation.
Then there's the Knight's Inn in Indianapolis by the McDonald's next to the Hook. The big bow in the bed...the smell...the filth...the jackball of a manager.
The placard on the back of the door said checkout was noon. My truck was in the shop again, so I wasn't going anywhere soon, but I was going to check out that day anyway because the place was filthy, so I was going to have a shower before leaving. Shortly before eleven, the manager calls me and says it's time to either come down and pay for another day or check out.
"Uh, checkout is noon, so I have some more time, right?"
"No, checkout is eleven."
I told him the sign on the door says checkout's noon. He got in my face--well, if it hadn't been over the phone, he'd have been in my face--and told me there's a sign in the lobby that says it's 11:00. I hadn't raised my voice to this guy at all, and he's being a complete jackball. I asked him if he wouldn't mind if I took a shower first, maybe be down there about a quarter after. Nothing doing. Checkout's 11:00, not 11:01, he tells me.
"Being that the sign on the door says noon, how about a little slack here, pal? Other places are pretty flexible."
He informed me that he had been in the motel business for 29 years, and had never heard of anyone getting an extra 15 minutes. I didn't say it, but I thought, "Yeah, well, this is a half-step up from a no-tell motel, so maybe you're not the best judge of what the rest of the industry does."
He wouldn't budge, and I was a little ****ed, so I hung up on him and started to get my things together. About two seconds later, the phone rang again. "DON'T YOU EVER HANG UP ON ME!" he roared. I slammed the phone down again immediately. I packed up my stuff, including my little dog, who was just a pup then and was in a little carrier, and trudged to the lobby. I had an overnight bag, a laptop bag, and my pup in her carrier. I was a little weighted down. Because of my load, I was going to have their shuttle driver take me over to Stoops, but now I was ****ed and didn't want anything more to do with him. I leaned halfway into the lobby and flung the keycard at him. It hit him in the chest. I suppose, technically, that he could have charged me with assault. Instead, he yelled, "You know, (profanity), you're a real (profanity)."
Haven't stayed at a Knight's Inn since.
Anybody else have motel horror stories?