text message wrote:

a girl ran up to my friend asking 4 a pic n autograph. My friend isnt famous. When he told her she blushed & ran away.

posted on August 1, 2007 at 6:00 PM

Jennifer More wrote:

When my husband and I first starting dating he said we were going on an overnight trip and he was going to book the hotel. We pulled up to the hotel and there were police in front responding to a disturbance. We checked in anyway and I headed straight to the bathroom as I always do for a spot check. I found pubic hairs all over the floor and in the bathtub. The sheets were literally paper thin and there was a small sofa next to the bed which was sticky and had stains all over it. I slept in my clothes and on a bath towel that night. We should have slept in the car. I have chosen the hotels ever since.

posted on August 3, 2007 at 9:05 AM

Kentucky Gal wrote:

Worst: A friend of mine got a job in Nashville. I told him I'd help him look for a place to live. He got us rooms at a Knights Inn in a not-so-great part of town. (He found a good deal online; as we say in the South, "Bless his heart!") My room had a funky smell, so we switched rooms. I slept with the lights on, because I thought my room would get overtaken by bugs.

Best: The Benson in Portland, the Westin in Atlanta and L.A., and the Worthington in Fort Worth.

posted on August 7, 2007 at 6:57 PM

Nick Manix wrote:

New Orleans, 2003 - Summer.
It was a hot and steamy night and the smell of beer and magnolia hung heavy in the air. I arrived a day early with my best friend (who had never been to NOLA before) and my hotel room wouldn't be ready until the following day. We found a small hotel in the French Quarter with a very prestigious sounding name; and my first clue that something was wrong was that the room was only $50 a night. But I thought, “It’s only one night!”
Upon walking into the very small lobby, and taking note that the “concierge” stood behind bulletproof glass, I should have left at that moment. Still, I thought I would give it a chance. Then I head footsteps behind me and saw a man carrying a small TV/VCR combo, a woman (who was wearing next to nothing) in stiletto heels, and an extremely large man dressed all in black behind her, all walking down the narrow staircase. (Clues 3, 4 and 5). Clue number 6 is the handwritten note posted on the glass states that hourly rates are available.
Now the room, if it can be called a room, was a nightmare all to its own. The bed was at such a slant that if one moved, they would roll off the bed (whose sheets had evident stains that I didn’t have to imagine where they had come from) and onto the dirty brown carpet. The bathroom had no shower curtain and mold was everywhere. I looked at my friend, he looked at me, and we took the small bottles of liquor out of our bags, slammed them down and swore that we would do anything to not have to stay in the “hotel”.
And we did.
But that’s another story.

posted on August 9, 2007 at 11:15 PM

Eva Pepitone wrote:

Bset! Used an online booking service to save a few dollars, and was treated VERY 2nd-class. Asked for adjoining rooms, which we were verbally granted, but actually not given. When I visited the front desk to object, was told loudly that my credit card was denied. Untrue - and when she ran it through, she quietly admitted it had not been tested yet. I complained to the manager in writing when I returned home - stating I thought we were treated poorly due to status as online booked. He promised on our next trip, if we let him know, he'd give us same room price and make sure it was a better experience. A few months later, I called to tell him we were coming, and he booked my room. We arrived to be ushered upstairs to the governor's suite, with fresh cut flowers, music playing, jacuzzi tubs, and walk-in closets! PLUS he gave us complimentary passes to buffet breakfast in the lobby. We were so excited!

posted on August 11, 2007 at 4:34 PM

Claudia Conklin wrote:

My boyfriend and I were invited to a wedding out of town. The bride arranged the hotel and said it was a great place to stay. When we arrived the hotel was not the nicest and we found out that we were the only guest for the wedding staying there. Before the rehersal dinner my boyfriend and I had some time on our hands and decided to have a little fun together. Smack in the middle of our fun teh maid barged in and just stood by the bed starring. I was HORRIFIED. The worst is that we didn't check out and find another place to stay.

posted on August 11, 2007 at 4:58 PM

Dan Buske wrote:

I stayed at a hotel that obviously didn't check their mattrisses. I just wear underpants to bed. The sheet and bed cover got pulled of the bed during the night. I was sleeping on my belly and noticed the mattris had an exposed spring. Sure enough a had a huge scratch on my stomach.

posted on August 11, 2007 at 5:01 PM

Dixie wrote:

After driving for 12 hours straight with 2 cranky children, my husband and I pulled into the first motel we could find. As I waited in the car for hubby to check us in, a 300 pound naked gentleman walked by my window. He was sobbing and muttering to himself. That was my first inkling that perhaps we should have driven a little bit further down the road.
Once inside, I noted that the previous guests had gifted us with some pizza as the slices were sticking out from under the bed. After tucking the kids in, I opted to sleep in the chair by the window. All night long I listened to the hootin' and hollerin' from the balcony above. I saw two police cruisers drive through but they didn't stop. Anyhow this was the worst stay that I can remember.

posted on August 11, 2007 at 5:15 PM

Nancy Spires wrote:

My husband and I traveled to one of our favorite destinations. We we got there we settled down to enjoy our stay. We noticed that the pool was dug up being redone and trucks and tractors parked in parking lot. OH Well, that was fine. Didn't really want to go swiming . Then as we fell asleep there was a banging on our door. Shocked! My husband tried to call the office to tell them someone was trying to come into our room. This continue off and on into the night until my husband got tired of voice mail and called the police. The police came an took care of the man that was drunk. The police questioned why we didn't call the Inn and we told him we did but got sent to the voice mail. Next day when we checked out we told them what happen. The woman was upset and got her son. The son came down and was totally rude. Wanting to know if we wanted a couple dollars knocked off the price. WE ended up getting it free but not without the son slaming things down and acting like a hinny. Needless to say we will not be staying there anymore but it is still one of our favorite destinations.

posted on August 11, 2007 at 5:21 PM

cmaxwell wrote:

It happened November 21, 1992 and I still remember that day vividly. It was the day my husband and I wed. It was a small ceremony on a day where we saw rain, hail, sleet & snow. The JP showed up drunk. My Sister was rained in at the farm. However, the wedding proceded & we were soon husband & wife. We drove to Wichita Falls for the weekend. We checked into our hotel room, and shortly after the smoke alarm went off. They promptly moved us to another room. Within 30 minutes, the smoke alarm went off in our new room. After moving us to yet another room, we were finally able to enjoy our honeymoon without further incident. We agreed then that if we could survive that day, we could survive anything.

posted on August 11, 2007 at 5:34 PM

Ronni Fox wrote:

Late at night in the "dodgy" side of a small Irish town. No reservations. All but one B&B is full. I knock. I hear a clatter of falling bottles and cursing. The door opens and there stands a drunken horror with curlers in her hair, wearing a dingy slip, and frowning at me through smeared lipstick. "What the f... you knocking on my door at his hour?" she slurred. "I need a room for the night", I said doubtfully. She threw the door open, kicked empty beer bottles out of the way, took my money and showed me a room. Small, dark, cheap. No lock. I pushed a chair under the handle and went to sleep. Next morning when I went to take a shower there was a bottle of lice shampoo on the sink and a used kitty litter box next to the toilet. When I came out the landlady, ciggerette dripping ash into the eggs she was stirring, curtly nodded towards the table. I dashed out and vowed never to travel without a room picked out in daylight.

posted on August 11, 2007 at 5:36 PM

Alicia wrote:

We put my brothers boyfriend in a fancy hotel near our home. Some Indian people burned all night long and it was an awful smell and experience.

posted on August 11, 2007 at 5:54 PM

Jessica Bennett wrote:

My family and I were traveling from New Jersey to Indiana to visit my mother's parents. It is a thirteen hour ride at the time there were 4 kids so my parents had decided to do it in two shifts. After driving for about 8 hrs we reached our hotel destination around 10:30 pm. We were exhausted. In order to save money we only had one hotel room which meant with one child in a crib, one on the floor, the other two had to share a bed....not happy campers. It wasn't the nicest or cleanest place. We had changed into our pajamas and someone went to use the bathroom. After flushing the toilet, it backed up and human excrement started to come up from the pipes below. My father called the front desk and they said they would move us into another room. We repacked and in our pajamas walked to our other room. When we got inside not only was the room not made up but there was a giant hole in one of the matresses....we decided to leave and simply drive through the night. We arrived at my grandmother's house early in the next morning in our pajamas...

posted on August 11, 2007 at 7:02 PM

Elizabeth Ray wrote:

We were still newlyweds, and my Navy husband and I were moving again, this time from sunny Florida to Idaho in the middle of winter. It was the end of a particularly long, grueling day of driving, and we were completely exhausted. It had been hours since we had last seen a sign for a hotel, so we vowed to stop at the next place we saw, no matter what. Finally, we found it – an old, tumbledown looking motor court, but we thought as long as it had a heater, a bed and a bath, we didn’t care, although a decent restaurant would have been appreciated. Well, the heater was marginal, but it was better than outside. The bed sagged so badly that if you didn’t hold onto the sides, you rolled straight into the middle. There was no restaurant of any sort around, so we remained hungry all night. But the most vivid memory was of the bath tub. The rust stains were so extreme that we have referred to it ever since as the night we stayed at the Bates Motel!

posted on August 11, 2007 at 7:16 PM

Dallan Elk wrote:

I was in a very swanky hotel in Brussels, Belgium. I had never seen a bidet before and clearl it needed investigation. I found that there was a little knob which you could turn to adjust the water pressure and more importantly there is a little joy stick that controls the direction of the water flow. Well, after about 2 minutes of playing around I figured out that I was able to aim the stream and shoot the toilet and the sink and the shower. Alright so at this point the bathroom was a little messy so i decided to go all out. A little wad of toilet paper and the this little hotel became the birth place o Bidet Ball. The next afternoon I came back from work and found a nasty letter from the cleaning lady. I only assume it was nasty as I don't speak French

posted on August 11, 2007 at 7:46 PM

Mary M. wrote:

We opened the door... the aroma of stale smoke smacked us in the face. We decided to make due and spend time on the patio . The fresh air...the ocean views. We opened the sliding doors to find our patio overlooked a cesspool. The misty ocean air had left its mark in the room. The vents gurgled out green slime and the curtain liners were coated with mildew. It was getting late, we would change rooms tomorrow. It was time for bed. The bed had no dust ruffle leaving the box spring exposed. I'm no forensic scientist but it didn't take a professional to figure out the stains were DNA. We peeled back the sheets and found smears of blood. The maid changed the sheets and claimed the spots were rust. I know the difference. The wind through the doors created a high pitched whistle akin to an overheated tea kettle. We changed rooms but the next wasn't much better. The weather became uncharacteristically stormy. It was too cold to swim. Too cloudy to tan. All excursions were canceled. Fate smiled upon us when we found a shack across the street. It was magical shack that sold the best fresh fruit daiquiris. A place to forget about DNA, blood, and mold for the time being. A place to drown your sorrows with fruit and liquor...and we did.

posted on August 11, 2007 at 8:56 PM

linda wrote:

A friend and I decided to travel to Puerto Rico. A guy at work talked us into using him as our travel agent. Great, we thought. Wait forever for the travel docs, get them a day before we leave. Upon reading the packet, we see some blurb about the water taxi that takes us to the hotel. WHAT?!?! And the last one to our hotel is at 10:00 P.M.. WHAT? Cant get in touch with the guy, so we had to deal with it.

Get to PR, get on the water taxi, to be dropped off on some deserted island. I KID YOU NOT.........Someone drives by, picks us up and drops us off at an old Army Barrack for the entire week. We were the only people there so of course we had to take this taxi back and forth to PR but as soon as the clubs started hopping, it was time for us to return back to our barracks.....HORRID

Then one night we are sleeping and the guy who ran the hotel barracks was in our room staring at us......We almost killed him. Couldnt wait to get out of there. Worst vacation ever, but one we laugh about every time we think about it. The trip was something out of Psyho.

posted on August 11, 2007 at 9:05 PM

Kim Kindrew wrote:

It was a cold day in Charlottesville, Virginia, and after a long hard day of skiing, my friend and I were anxious to get some chow and get into our warm hotel room and get some sleep for another day of skiing. Chow was easy. There was a Chinese joint around the corner, and after a fairly satisfying meal of beef and broccoli and rice, we returned to our room for some shuteye and relief from the bitter cold. It was not meant to be ... our room door had a huge draft coming in - the weather stripping was gone and the room was like a walk in freezer. A call to the front desk gave a response of "We're all booked up. Turn your heater on and we'll send over some blankets." After a frigid evening under layers of hotel blankets, we woke up with cold noses and no desire to hit the slopes again.

posted on August 11, 2007 at 9:28 PM

cathy miller wrote:

We were having a wonderful night at a local hotel at my20th class reunion, our room did not need to vacated until 11am so we were taking full advantage of that fact when... the maid used her key to walk right in our room and stood staring at scantily clothed date and me

posted on August 11, 2007 at 10:54 PM

Corinne Knapp wrote:

When my children were little we were fairly poor. They ate subsidized lunches, goodwill clothing, etc but I think they were happy. I stayed home with them for 6 years while my husband worked 3 jobs to keep us a float. During that six years, I earned my RN. The first summer after graduating, we decided to take a vacation. It was time for a car trip! Anyway, we all headed to St. Louis (we live in the KC area). Our reservations were with a thrifty but well known hotel chain. When we arrived the parking lot was fairly empty but it was early on a Friday am so we thought no big deal. We enter to a dark lobby. After ringing the bell, someone finally came to check us in. Thats when we found out that most of the hotel was under renovation. They take us to our dark, yes dark! rooms and told us that they would go ahead and turn on the power to this section. Oh? Wasn't that nice of them? They acted as if they were put out. It was AUGUST - temp over 100. No power, no air condtioning. I sent my eldest to the ice machine. DUH no power, no ice. It was a nightmare. The place was muggy for hours, it smelled awful from the mold and construction. We hung out at the pool for hours that night. Needless to say, we couldn't afford to move elsewhere so we kept all of them out of the hotel and "busy" all weekend. From dream trip to scream trip!

posted on August 11, 2007 at 11:06 PM

Velma wrote:

Looks are deceiving. The hotel looked beautiful on the internet. But when we got to the hotel in Istanbul, Turkey, I could have died. It had the smallest bathroom I had ever been in. I could take a shower, brush my teeth and use the toilet without moving one foot. My door handle was broke and literally came off in my hand. There was no air conditioning and no screens on the windows. The elevator was so small only you or your bags could fit (not both). And lastly every morning at sunrise the outside loud speaker would come on and a man would talk in a language I could not understand and play the national anthem. I guess I can look at the bright side- I didn't need an alarm clock.

posted on August 11, 2007 at 11:13 PM

Julie Donahue wrote:

Last month we made a 4 night reservation through an on-line service. It was a national chain. When we arrived at the property (about 2 hours before sundown) we immediately got a big worried. There was a lot of activity at the bus stop out front (and not all of the the people were waiting for a bus!) We got our key and went to the room. It wasn't great but we were going to make do. I quickly unpacked the kids' suitcases and tried to make it work. My husband commented on the dirty (burgundy) carpet. We decided to go out to get some food. About 4 blocks away, my husband quickly cut across 2 lanes of traffic, pulled into a parking lot and said, "We need to pray!" As he prayed for our safety, I decided maybe it was time to call the on-line travel company. The rep could not reach the desk, so he asked me to call again when I got back to the lobby. My husband went to the room and quickly through everything back in suitcases and the bags into the car. I waited in the lobby for the desk person to finish registering someone. After she talked to the service rep, she had to go inspect the room. I figured she would look for every excuse to refuse to give us a refund. When she got back to the phone, she told the rep, "The carpet was filthy, the mirror wasn't cleaned, the toilet had pubic hair on the rim....somebody really blew it. I have no problem giving them a refund." Thankfully, we were able to secure another room--at a different hotel!

posted on August 12, 2007 at 12:21 AM

Lisbeth McCarty wrote:

My daughter and I were booked into a hotel the night before we left on a cruise. We lugged all our suitcases up the stairs, as there was no elevator. We went into the room, and it had a horrible, disgusting order. We were allowed to change rooms, which meant we had to carry all the luggage back down the stairs. It was disgusting.

posted on August 12, 2007 at 1:27 AM

Jessica Sun wrote:

In a room in a city in Hunan, China. The walls were stained by water damage. I lived on the fifth floor. Oh, you wouldn't think that that was so bad, but there was no elevator, so lugging a 50 pound piece of luggage up 5 floors was not the best!
Every ten minutes in the evening when everyone was using the electricity by having the a/c on, watching tv, or using their hair dryers, the power in the room would blackout for 2 minutes every 15 minutes.
On top of this, there was not a bathroom within the room. The bathroom was shared between two hotel rooms. The bathroom was literally the shower and the shower the bathroom. When you took a shower, everything in the bathroom got wet. I never took a warm shower, because it was so humid in the shower that I always took cold showers, and you couldn't stay in there too long after you showered or you'd get sweaty again. The Western toilet was only temporary, because you could tell that it sat on top of an Eastern squatty toilet. You would doubt the toilet's ability to hold your weight because it would wobble while you were using it.

posted on August 12, 2007 at 1:51 AM

Paula Klug wrote:

We have all had little twinges of fear while riding in an unfamiliar elevator, but what if the elevator had a mind of it's own??

While attending a convention, other members of our group experienced something truly unusual - an elevator that seemed possessed! It would go up instead of down, stop at floors that were not lit, and basically, scared them to death! At first, we dismissed it as a fluke, a prank by kids, but then at dinner, other attendees were discussing the same thing!

When it was reported to the hotel staff, most of them agreed that sometimes that particular elevator did some unusual things, but that the safety features were all working properly so it would be OK to use. (We did not use it for the rest of the visit!!)

It was bizarre, especially when you consider that the hotel is one of the premiere destinations in a major US city.

posted on August 12, 2007 at 7:47 AM

Nancy Parent wrote:

Best stay was in a hotel in New Orleans... I was by myself, so it was a bit overkill, but what they hey? The room was more like an apartment, with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and the living area was down the hall via a mini staircase. It had a full kitchen, tv, living room. Ahhh, all the comforts of home. :)
The worst.... in Boston, a miniature room that overlooked the parking lot for huge machinery: backhoes & such... and they started them up each morning at dawn (to see if they still worked?).

posted on August 12, 2007 at 8:18 AM

Ashley Webb wrote:

A few years back, my family and I decided to drive down to Florida from New York, and let me tell you what an adventure that turned out to be. The first night, we pulled into the almost parking lot of a well-known chain hotel. We got our keys and headed off to our rooms. As we opened the door, we could already smell the thick scent of smoke, even though we had asked for non-smoking rooms. The carpet was worn so thin in some places that we could see the floor below. Well, we decided to suck it up and brush our teeth before going to sleep. The water from the faucet came out brown, and as we tried to crawl into bed, we noticed strange discolorations on the sheets. Since it was already so late, we decided to tough it out. But we still joke about our night in the hotel from hell.

posted on August 12, 2007 at 9:42 AM

Jana wrote:

Best experience was in Times Square, NYC in April, 2006 - we were waited on hand and foot, rooms were excellent, and it was an overall wonderfull experience.

Worst was on the way to Nashville in March, 2007. We stopped in Meridian, MS, at an inexpensive hotel and we got what we paid for: room wasn't clean, bathroom was worse (I even took pics of the toilet), bugs along the wall, and the room smelled like wet yeast.

posted on August 12, 2007 at 9:44 AM

D. Webster wrote:

It was our honeymoon. My new husband and I had flown to Las Vegas. We decided to rent a car for a few days and make a trip to the Grand Canyon. How romantic! We had gotten a late start that morning and stopped at Hoover Dam and taken the tour so by early evening we still weren't at the Canyon and we were tired and decided to stop in a small town in Arizona for the night. There were just a few places to stay, all of them budget chain hotels. We stopped at the newest looking one and got a room. As evening wore on and newlyweds do what newlyweds do, my new husband threw back the spread on the bed with a flourish. We looked down horrified. The sheets were soaked in blood and hair. Needless to say, the moment was gone and so were we.

posted on August 12, 2007 at 10:08 AM

Ginnie Briguglio wrote:

While in FL and on the way home, my family and I stayed at what was a AAA recommended local hotel. From the outside it looked pretty good, and the lobby was quite nice. We tried to book a crib and a folding cot so that the kids would be in there own beds. Once we were in the room we found the place was totally disgusting, there was mold all over the bathroom, the sink was in the room and leaked, the air conditioner made a racket and barely cooled. I called the front desk and was told that since it was 2 AM there was no one to come and clean the room.
Pulled down the blankets to go to sleep and found that both beds had gulley's in them so deep only one person could attempt to sleep, the sheets were threadbare. The crib was so rickety and had broken teething rails that actually got cut on (refused to use the crib) I then opened the folding cot, and rust fell off it all over the floor!
We fell into an exhausted sleep and I woke up to a crying baby in bed with me, and when I woke up there were ants all over the bed and in her diaper! Needless to say we got dressed and slept in the car for the rest of the night!
In the morning I went into the office to get my money back, and was refused. That was not the end of that trip as the baby had a lasting memory from those few hours, she developed Ringworm all over her legs that was hard to treat...

posted on August 12, 2007 at 10:26 AM

Carol Drury wrote:

I suppose the toilet backing up while we were out and flowing into the room and onto our luggage would have to take the cake - i dare anyone to beat that story - true true true!!!! It was in Bimini by the way!!!!

posted on August 12, 2007 at 10:39 AM

Melanie Diehl wrote:

Upon arriving, we found a note on the door directing us to a hotel across the street. We were told that we would be staying at this location due to the fact that no one else was booked at our original location.
After we check in, they take us to our room. It was the size of a small bedroom with 2 single and very lumpy beds. The air conditioner was a built in the wall unit that was up near the ceiling. You had to stand on a table to reach the controls. The bathroom was in two separate closets. One closet had a tiny corner sink and a tiny toilet that wobbled due to the fact that it wasn’t secured to the floor. The shower was in the other tiny closet. It was so small that we bumped our head or elbows into the walls if we tried to wash our hair or if you tried to bend over to wash your lower extremities.
The only outlet for our blow dryer was located behind a dresser which we had to move in order to use it.
There was no mirror so that you could see what you were doing and the overhead light would blow out if it was on when you used the blow dryer.
We had no choice but to stay as it was a holiday weekend and everything in the area was booked.
I have the pictures to prove this.

posted on August 12, 2007 at 12:11 PM

Belinda Shaw wrote:

My family was going to the Poconos for a Nascar race and had reservations at a motel. It ended up looking like a dorm with no air conditioning, a broken shower and a broken window and it was the room next to a band playing at the hotel. Needless to say, we went elsewhere!

posted on August 12, 2007 at 12:33 PM

lmsunshine wrote:

I had worked a very long day and had a training class in another town an hour and a half away early the next morning. I travelled to the other town late that night and didn't get to the hotel until after 11:00pm. I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to get to bed as I had to get up so early in the morning. When I pulled back the covers, the sheets were so stained thatI called the front desk. The girl there said there was no other rooms available and since she was the only one there, she could not get me any new sheets for the bed. I ended up removing the sheets and sleeping on the towels I put down on the mattress instead. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep and now checking the sheets is always the first thing I do when I check into a hotel room.

posted on August 12, 2007 at 1:17 PM

Liz Irwin wrote:

My worst hotel experience was in London when my sister and I checked into our hotel. The first room they gave us had a toilet that didn't work. So we asked them to switch us and the next room they gave us was on the ground floor of the hotel. Very early the next morning (around 5:30 am) the garbage men came by the street very loudly and woke us up. The curtains were very sheer and I told my sister that they could probably see into our room and see us in our nightgowns. My sister assured me that they coudn't see in. So I waved at them just to see what happened and they waved back to me. Needless to say, the hotel switched us again up to the 3rd floor where our room was perfect.

posted on August 12, 2007 at 1:49 PM

Paulina wrote:

I was in Poland this year, so I was in hotel. I've got friend there, so he said me something about polish national greetings. He told me that in Poland Good Morning means Ty chuju jebany (pronounced: tea who-you yeah-bunny). In earnest it means F**k you... Unluckily I've belived him, and I said it to some people in Poland... I was so naive... :/

posted on August 12, 2007 at 1:57 PM

Terri wrote:

I booked a room in a hotel in vegas for a two day vacation and prepaid for it. I get there, go to check in and they tell me I have already checked in – the day before, early as they had made special arrangements to get me in. I am standing there with my bags and very confused. I tell them I have not checked in and what are they talking about. Seems someone came in with the same last name, and the hotel front desk clerk had not checked the credentials. He had not only given my room away, but had allowed the other couple to check in on my credit card. He then informs me that the hotel is booked solid and there are no other rooms, like this is the only problem. I am getting extremely upset by this time, and tell them they need to remove the other couple from MY room, take their charges off MY credit card and they owe me more than a “I am Sorry”. Just then the other couple walks in and asks if there were any calls for them – I hear my name and confront them. It seems when they went to check in to see if any rooms, the clerk saw the name and simply gave them the keys and told them that all was taken care of. They “thought” it was a gift from their family as they were on their honeymoon. The manager finally gets the mess straightened out – I get another room and hear later that the other couple not only took my room, but had raided the refrigerator using up all the food and drinks in the comp bar. Thank goodness I wasn’t charged for that one too.

posted on August 12, 2007 at 2:13 PM

Norma Jean Greeley wrote:

The minute we opened the door we could smell sewage. The bathtub had about an inch of brown sewer water in it. When I went to the phone to call the front desk, my daughter flushed the toilet. Toilet water flooded the floor, ran into the carpeted bedroom and gurgled in the tub. When I called the desk, the clerk told me to come down to the desk and she would give me a toilet plunger. My daughter plunged the toilet and we mopped up the stinking water with towels. None of us could take a bath that night and we couldn't flush the toilet. The smell was nearly unbearable. The desk clerk said that switching rooms was not an option and she wasn't authorized to refund our money. When we got back home I called the hotel headquarters to complain. The man that I spoke with told me that life couldn't always be perfect, and asked me if I felt that I was 'too good' to plunge a toilet. Needless to say, we have never stayed with that hotel chain again.

posted on August 12, 2007 at 2:29 PM

Sheila Fiske wrote:

We went to this nice hotel in Boston. We were there for my kids hockey tournament. I thought it would be nice to take the kids to the pool because they didn't have a game that day. BIG MISTAKE!! It was an indoor pool, and it was like a sauna. No one was there. One of my boys was walking around the pool and the cover for where they put the chemicals wasn't on correctly. he stepped on it and his whole leg fell in. It got scraped pretty bad and it swelled. The entire day the staff gave him ice, medicine, bandages, free food and drinks.

posted on August 12, 2007 at 2:41 PM

pat zashkoff wrote:

About 10 years ago, my husband got this brochure for a motel in Miami where Marilyn Monroe and Joe DiMaggio slept. It looked very Art Deco and interesting and it seemed like fun to sleep in a room where Marilyn slept! We made a reservation over the phone (this was before we had internet access) and just went. When we go there, the place was a dump! We asked to see the room that Marilyn slept in and we were shown this lousy, cheap looking room. The towels were as thin as paper and the sheets were as rough as cheap cardboard. We stayed only one night. It turns out that the pictures in the brochure were taken in 1957! Now we use the internet to make sure we get what we pay for. No more 'Marilyn' mishaps!

posted on August 12, 2007 at 3:30 PM

Marc wrote:

Driving home, in the middle of the night, from Florida, my car broke down. Went to the nearest motel. Smelling like I stepped into an ashtray, wallpaper peeling off and the fire-red shag carpeting filled with burn marks, I still decided to stay for the night. To my surprise, when I fell into the bed, there was a HOLE in the middle of the mattress. I went back to the office to demand another room. The office was closed, the manager went to bed. Stuck in the room, I then realized I had vistors, Palmetto bugs. Didn't sleep at all that night, just laid there around the HOLE, swatting at real/imaginary crawlers. Still itch just thinking about it.

posted on August 12, 2007 at 3:35 PM

Elaine Davila wrote:

My best hotel stay was at a wonderful hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada. It was a room I got comped with a great view and the hotel has a most wonderful pool with waterfalls. They gave me a free slot tournament entry in which I won $100 to make this stay a most rewarding experience and make me a very loyal customer.

posted on August 12, 2007 at 3:35 PM

Don Schraier wrote:

I was playing with a band in San Francisco and the club owner didn't pay the band so we had to leave the hotel in the middle of the night without paying. This has got to be the worst hotel experience bar none.

posted on August 12, 2007 at 5:59 PM

Brooke Lorren wrote:

The worst hotel experience I had was when I was working for the military. It was December and outside it was rainy and cold. The heat didn't work in the room, and the window in the bathroom wouldn't shut. The window was a hinged window that flapped back and forth with the wind and blew rain in. I wore my winter jacket to bed, and I still was freezing.

posted on August 12, 2007 at 11:53 PM

valerie mabrey wrote:

My hubby, three young kids and I was sooooo tired from traveling that we could not wait to find a hotel. Finally found one and took the kids in. WEll the door was so bad that light circled it like a halo beam form the lioght outside the door. Then there was the loud bar on the otherside of the road that made me say load the little ones back up and go get your money back. My hubby is usually very backward about such things but this time he just loaded the kids up and we decided that we could go further up the road.

posted on August 13, 2007 at 12:24 AM

Tracy Iglesias wrote:

At a certain Vegas Strip Hotel, my family was attacked in their restaurant. We had pre-paid several shows and events, and ended up spending the day in the emergency room as a result of what happened. The hotel refused to provide transportation back from the hospital, and the cab driver we took back told us the week before we arrived a woman got raped in the hotel parking lot and her husband killed when trying to help her! This hotel accepted no responsibility in either incident. That was by far my absolute worst hotel experience. I wouldn't send an enemy to that hotel.

posted on August 13, 2007 at 12:31 AM

Deanna Thompson wrote:

I took a trip to Tennesse with my three daughters, and we had reservations in a beautiful colonial hotel. As soon as we entered our room, we saw a HUGE black bug in the bathroom, and my daughters were all screaming. (We live in Colorado and don't see many bugs!) I called the front desk, and a young man came down to remove the bug, but he said (in his sweet Southern accent), "Oh, I am also an entomologist," and he proceeded to tell us all the details about this bug. By the time he (and the bug) had left, we were all falling down laughing!

posted on August 13, 2007 at 1:06 AM

Susan Craig wrote:

I was staying in an off-season beachfront hotel for the weekend. At 2 in the morning, the fire alarms went off. At first, I was annoyed and afraid they would wake my toddler. Then, someone was banging on all the doors and telling us the hotel really was on fire. We all went outside and froze for two hours until the fire department let us back in. Someone had left the mini-stove in his room on and it burned the wall and some drapes.
Two hours later, a little after 4 in the morning, the alarms went off again. We all went back outside into the sleet until it just after dawn. Turns out someone else, since the first alarm woke us up, decided to heat up pizza for a late night snack and lit his room on fire too.

posted on August 13, 2007 at 10:54 AM

Becca wrote:

My neice was graduating high school in a small town so we booked a room at a hotel there. We flew in at night and drove an hour from the airport and arrived close to midnight. The room was hideous, all circa 1970 colors and furniture, a white powdery substance was on the floor, indicating no vacuuming had been done, the mattress sagged in the middle, had to lay on the edges to avoid it, the tv remote was bolted to the nightstand, the toilet seat was broken, the mirror was NOT clean, we requested another room and they said none were clean! They did not charge us for that night.

posted on August 13, 2007 at 11:23 AM

Laura P wrote:

My family and I stayed in a hotel in Niagara Falls (NY) during a soccer tournament. The hotel was overbooked although we had reservations because Hilary Clinton was coming in the following day to speak in the area. So they put us in a room on the first floor which was actually a conference room. We had two murphy beds both at the ends of a room which must have been about 50ft long with nothing in the middle. Well when the soccer team got ahold of this information we had a soccer field in our room!
Anyway, the next day we were off for a day at the field before Mrs. Clinton arrived and got back after she left the hotel. It was all the buzz though with the other guests. We go to our room and there on our bed is an itty bitty (in my world anyway) angora sweater and on the floor was an almost empty diet coke can.
We went to the front desk and turned in the sweater but they swore nobody was in our room and that housekeeping must have missed the sweater before but it was left by a prior guest. But we didnt believe that one. We were convinced that Hilary Clinton used our room to change before her speech.

posted on August 13, 2007 at 11:39 AM

Roberta Mazeikas wrote:

My husband used to be required to attend conventions for his job. His boss required the family to also attend as part of the company's "family image". Our children were 5 & 7 yrs. old at the time and we were sent to Denver. We had to wait until the kids were out of school on Friday to leave, and for 4 of us, it was less costly to drive the 1200 miles than to fly. We drove through the night to arrive at our hotel soon enough to be able to catch a few hours sleep before my husband's first meeting. His company booked us what was supposed to be one of the nicest hotels in the downtown area. The confirmation gave us a check-in time of 12:00 pm - and we actually made it into Denver at 2:00 am the following day. Upon arrival-the room was not available. The hotel overbooked. There were no other rooms to be had in Denver that weekend. So, the hotel suggested waiting in their bar (with the kids) and they'd let us know when the first room became available. At 6:00 am, we were given a room. It was filthy. There was tissue on the floor, smeared grime on the mirrors, unemptied waste cans, and the worst part-toe nail clippings on the bed! We called the desk and they told us we could wait in the hall until it was cleaned, but they were short staffed and it took them over 2 hours to clean the room. The rest of the trip went fine. But upon our return, we were shocked that they had the nerve to "accidentally" overcharge his company by an extra $300. We'll never stay at that chain again.

posted on August 13, 2007 at 11:51 AM

Rachel Haase wrote:

After 18+ hours of driving in the car we finally arrived in our destination city. We passed by our hotel TWICE thinking, "that CAN'T be it". Oh but it WAS it. We pulled up to what looked like a scene from a horror movie. There were people all over the parking lot just hanging out and partying. We saw another car trying to circle the lot (it was so packed w/cars and people that it was difficult to drive in) and they looked like they were in as much shock as we were. We enter our room which was quite disturbing and the bathroom looked like it hadn't been cleaned in about 8 years. The kitchen had a fridge that looked like it had bullet holes all over it and rust stains. We ended up finding HUGE roaches in the room ALL OVER and ran to get management who told us they those were "normal" and would not refund our money. So we had to stay b/c no other hotels had rooms available and we slept in our clothes and on top of the covers, since some bugs were found IN our beds. The next day we went to the beach and came back and the housekeeping lady (the wife of the owner) was walking around barefoot "cleaning" the bathrooms and pushing around a shopping cart full of food she had stolen from our rooms. It was an interesting experience to say the least. :) Funny to look back on!

posted on August 13, 2007 at 3:28 PM

Myrna Starrett wrote:

My husband and I stayed overnight at a limited service motel in Washington state. We checked in after 12:00am that morning.

We should have known it was a bad mistake to check into that motel. There was like a frat party down the corridor and the hallways was flooded with coolers and college kids with their lap tops, portable DVDs and cell phones.

Upon arriving to our room and to my dismay and amazement we found the pillows to be real thick and tougher than the bed matresses! I complained about the pillows to the night auditor. She explained that there was nothing that they could do about it. Because the hotel owner's wife took it upon herself to sew two pillows together and tucked it into one pillowcase! The hotel staff (and the ownership) were afraid to hurt the owners wife's feelings!

The ice machine was next door and all night we could hear all the "partying" college kids getting the ice and having "ice" fights amongst themselves.

And adjacent to our bedroom was a drive thru fast food joint. So throughout the night we could hear the cars driving in and out( with their loud blaring boom box radios). Hearing the orders through the loudspeaker that night just made things more impossible to sleep.

When we finally got some sleep, the alarm clock surprising woked us up at 3:30 in the morning! It was blaring a real loud spanish radio station! I though it was a nightmare!

At 8:30am we heard a short knock and the housekeeper walked in! Apparently throughout the early morning those partying students (from a religious private college) removed the "Do Not Disturb" signs from every door in the hallway!

posted on August 13, 2007 at 4:24 PM

Dennis Laborada wrote:

I stayed in a hotel that was so bad, that the stairwell and walkway to the room was crooked and creeked. I felt I was going to fall off the stairs and walkway. It was a dive of a hotel. The room stunk and if it wasn't for being so tired, I would have went elsewhere.

posted on August 13, 2007 at 5:36 PM

Patricia Hamilton wrote:

My husband and I were unable to get an airline flight for a family emergency, so we began our 24 hour drive. We had made it most of the way when we were just too exhausted to drive any more. We stopped at several hotels and they were all booked so we had to stay at this place that shouldn't have even been called a hotel. The door to the outside was like a bedroom door - you could have kicked it in it was so thin. There was no air conditioning and the one window didn't close all the way (they were like wood frame windows) We were actually afraid to stay there, but we didn't have a choice. The room didn't even have a phone. You had to go outside and use the pay phone - this was before cell phones. So here we were in a room we were afraid to be in, wathcing the doors and windows in a bad area of town with no phone to call for help if we needed it.

posted on August 13, 2007 at 6:33 PM

Nora Scott-Platt wrote:

My best experience was when i was in Maui with a friend of mine and our hotel room when we arrived was fine the first 2 hours after that I heard yelling, screaming glass shatter. I went to the manager and they moved my room and upgraded it to a master suite.

My worst while in New York the night we arrived I was exhausted , and slept fitfully. I just thought something was wrong. After awakening in the early am hours and hearing noises. I was told that the hotel laundry room had been broken into that was just across from my room. Those noises were real!!! Not my dream I realized.

posted on August 13, 2007 at 9:19 PM

Stephanie B wrote:

My Mom & Dad went on a road trip with me for college orientation. My Mom took a nap in the room while we went to check out the mall. When we got back to the room my Mom told us someone from the front desk came up to see if we were using power tools in our room because the people upstairs were complaining. My Mom snores loud but we didn't think it was power tool loud.

posted on August 14, 2007 at 12:51 AM

Tracie Burns wrote:

Worst..Ever! I was on my way to visit my mom in AL, when I had an unexpected layover in MD. I was 6 mos pregnant traveling with my 5 year old. I booked a hotel at the airport terminal, only when I got there it was more like a roach motel. The workers were foreign and had the nerve to offer me help with my bags for a fee. I wobbled my way up two flights of stairs (no elevator) instead. The pic at the airport was soo not close to the real deal. I ended up having to sleep in a room with a leaky ceiling and a wild sex party going on all night long. When I left the next morning, the people at the party asked if I would leave the room open so they could use it! Hmmm, will I ever book there again? I think not.

posted on August 14, 2007 at 1:36 AM

Belinda wrote:

We went out of town to celebrate our wedding anniversary. The place we wound up at was more expensive than we wanted because everything turned out to be booked due to a special event that was going on that week.
The room looked nice so decided to take a bath. I got out of the tub and went to the bathroom. The trouble began when I flushed the toilet. The water kept rising and rising and was soon going all over everything. I'm still naked and trying to get the water to stop. I wound up pulling the top of the commode and holding the little chain up to stop the water. My hubby calls the desk and we swap out places where I can get dressed because if we let go of the chain, the overflow starts again. While swapping places, I manage to knock the cover to the ground and it shatters. My foot is now bleeding and I still don't have on any clothes.
Well over a hour later, someone comes and shuts off the water valve to the toilet.
Now why didn't we think of that????

posted on August 14, 2007 at 2:18 AM

Bonnie wrote:

Before leaving for our honeymoon, we decided to stay in a hotel close to the airport because we had to be at the airport by 5a.m. When checking in, we were handed a flashlight and told that from midnight until 7a.m. the lights were going to be out because they were doing some electrical work. We requested a wake up call because the alarm wouldn't work. After getting to our room, I had to go #2 really bad, so I hurried to the potty. After doing my business, I went to flush the toilet. NOTHING happened. That was the 1st time my new husband got an upclose and personal view of my #2. We called the desk and they sent maintenence up. They ended up switching our room, but not our wake up call to the new room. Needless to say, I woke up about 10 minutes before we had to be at the airport, so we threw on clothes, brushed our teeth and ran for our plane without taking showers! Thank goodness the rest of the trip went much better!

posted on August 14, 2007 at 10:29 AM

Salina wrote:

Nothing says comfort and good rest like other peoples' waste, right? My husband and our baby stayed at a hotel while out of town for a wedding. When we went into the bathroom to take a shower, there was human waste burbling up into the bathtub. After a frantic call to the front desk, we were informed that "It happened sometimes." They moved us to another room, and the same thing happened in that bathtub, too!

We had to shower in the bathroom of friends staying in another hotel, and we never did get a refund. Ick.

posted on August 14, 2007 at 3:02 PM

Norma Jean Greeley wrote:

When our children were young, we took them to Worlds Of Fun for summer vacation. We didn't book a room in advance. When we got to Kansas City we realized that finding a vacancy in a nice motel could be a problem. The kids fell asleep in the back seat while we searched for a place to stay. It started to pour down rain and we were getting nervous, thinking we would have to sleep in the car. We finally found a motel at one in the morning, that was blinking 'vacancy'. The desk clerk was more than a little drunk. He said he had one room left and gave us the key. We woke the kids up and went to the room. My husband was getting our luggage from the car while I unlocked the door. To my surprise the room was already occupied. There were half a dozen men in the room. I went back to the office to tell the clerk about the mistake. He said "oh yeah, the guys from the band, I forgot about them. Then he asked "Do you not want the room then?"

posted on August 14, 2007 at 3:42 PM

Matt Harmon wrote:

Drenched in sweat, near tears, consumed by a broken down volvo's terror I prayed for the hotel mini bar to relieve the PTSD's phoenix highways readily dispense. The horror was we were miles away from hotel air conditioning in a dead volvo, it was pushing 120 degrees with no end in sight. A hotel thought nearly brought tears to my aggravated mind. Not only that, the thought of missing our slayer concert due to my volvo's lack of abilities gnawed at my skull with unconventional fury. Three more AAA trucks, and there was ours.
Following what just felt like 2 hours of Vietnam we arrive, climbing into the most ordinary of lobby's. The early entry slayer wristbands we obtained require a black light to verify authenticity.
It feels like Vietnam once again as the light is turned on. The "pre-slayer" concert feeling is pulverized. The light revealed the sprawls of splattered white stains from ceiling to comforter, what happened to the heart warming guarantee? The hotel seems to think we are mistaken and want that classic complain and get a refund. Stuck in another repulsive bind, do we go now? Or take the futile bodily fluid arguement further? We ask the $200 question (our hotel rate) do we sleep on the floor for these savages?
To suffice we were sickeningly late to slayer. The wagon is dead, we feel sheerly violated. My $200 would have been happier in a dumpster. And nobody cares.

posted on August 14, 2007 at 7:27 PM

Lisa Costello wrote:

My husband and I took a romantic trip for two to the Mountains. We found what we thought was a great place, spend the night in a real caboose. It turned out to be a night to remember alright. Out in the middle of nowhere, there sat these lonely caboose cars, right out of a horror movie. Exiting the car we locked the doors several times on the rental, just to make sure. The first stop was the "front desk" actually the bar in the next door tavern. There they had some photos of the cabooses to allow us to choose one. We probably should have walked away then, but there was no where else to go other than to sleep in the car. So we picked one that seemed nice in the picture. Once we went inside, however, I took one look at our caboose and again thought about traveling hours to someplace else. Back in the tavern, the management was nice and let us look at each vacant one and take our pick. Unfortunately, the first was, gulp, the best of the lot! Plywood had been used to trim out the car to make the room, a bathroom was barely installed with a shower that ran all over the floor anytime you were in it. There was no tv and no phone. There was a bed, barely. And for some unknown reason they had attempted to install a hottub on a platform about 4 feet off the floor and there were "things" in there. Needless to say one night was all that was spent. We were up at the crack of dawn and out of there. We now look back and laugh at our naivity.

posted on August 14, 2007 at 8:13 PM

Libby wrote:

It is totally frustrating when you make your reservations back in February of 2007 for your vacation to the beach in late July of 2007 specifying that we needed three rooms on the same floor with two double beds because my daughter and hedr family, my son and his family as well as my husband and myself go together. When we arrived, we were told they didn't have the rooms even though we had confirmation slips in hand. Then we
were told that one room was "moved in the hall". We really didn't even know what that meant. Finally, we were told they had two rooms on the second floor, one with a king-size bed, one with two double beds and the third room on the sixth floor.
Actually, one of the rooms which was on the second floor that was suppose to have two double beds also had a king-size bed for a family of four. Also, they couldn't furnish a roll-away bed either. We were told we could move from the second floorto the sixth floor the next morning. We waited until 2:00 P.M. and was told at 4:00 P.M. Needless-to-say, we were in no mood to move that late n the evening. We realized haing reservations meant absolutely nothing. We didn't have good maid service as they let us run out of toilet tissue, didn't clean the room eventhough we left the sign hanging out on the door one day all day long, the commode wouldn't flush unless you held the handle down for about three or four minutes, taking a shower was also an ordeal because you could not adjust the temperature. If you thought it was on warm, it turned very cold. If you thought it was on cold it was ver hot. There was absolutely no way to get the water adjusted right. When you go on a vacation, you expect to get a little rest and relaxation and not having so many things go wrong, especially being told your reservation was not available. Just be aware, it doesn't matter when you make your reservations, there is still no guarantee that when you arrive at your hotel that you will have a room!

posted on August 14, 2007 at 11:10 PM

christina courser wrote:

After a 16 hours trip to the big easy, my cousin and I finally reached our hotel. Exhausted from the journey we couldn't wait to take a nap before exploring the city. We checked in and were begrudgingly led to our room. On the way we passed the pool. Algae green and with a beer can floating ever so invitingly on the skuzzy surface; we decided not to swim this vacation. Once we reached the room our escort mentioned that the bathroom was down the hall and Thursday was our day to clean it. He gave us the key and ran away, literally. We entered and were overcome with delirious giggles. The inch of dust on the crooked pictures complimented the holes in the sheets. Our 'view' was of the air conditioner on the building next door. There was a charming mantle over a nonexistent fireplace that was adorned with unreturned library books and the closet was a metal rod drilled into the wall. I locked the door but fastening the eyehook on the French doors. Worn out from the trip and fighting fits of laugher we tried to see the best of the situation and decided there wasn’t any. We checked out about 20 minutes later. It was probably the highlight of our trip.

posted on August 15, 2007 at 12:56 PM

Christy wrote:

For a first time trip to Los Angeles I had searched the internet for a good hotel with a decent rate. I had searched the hotels and reviews sections and finally decided on and reserved a hotel, comfortable with the positive online reviews left by previous guests and the appealing hotel pictures that it was a good choice for me and my friend.
Once we arrived in LA, the van that picked us up at the airport with other travelers made it's stops at different hotels in nicer parts of the city, but as the passengers dwindled down I noticed we were definitely getting into a less than desirable area of the city. We pull up to this multilevel very old building with peeling paint and a dirty looking facade, and with my heart dropping he calls out the name of our hotel. I was mortified. We walk into the actually very large lobby which had this horrible smell that assaulted us and I could tell we were in the wrong place by the "clientele" that seemed to just be loitering from off the street in the lobby. As a person from a mid sized town in the Midwest and never having been to a city like LA before, I can say this was a very unsettling and scary experience. The front desk was behind grimy glass, in fact everything seemed to have this unseen layer of old grime on it, hard to describe. I was adamantly told I could not get a refund so went ahead and got the key to the room and then got on an old rickety elevator that shook and groaned it's way to the floor our room was on. My heart was really just dropping to my shoes at this point. We get to our room which had this indescribable smell of sourness and mustiness. Everything was just so very old, but old in a sense that wasn't kept up very well. The TV looked like something from the 60's with a broken looking knob, the grimy rotary dial phone looked like it was from the 60's, and everything just looked and felt like it had this layer of unseen grime on it. Although I remember the bedspread not being in too horrible of shape, I would have been afraid to have sit on the bed much less sleep in it. The whole place seemed to have this oily grimy feeling that permeated the air. It made you feel like you wanted to go take a shower after having been in this place. I was in tears at this point. We went back down to the lobby with it's questionable characters loitering about and I managed to talk the manager into giving us a full refund, and then went to use the dirty pay phone in the lobby. I called hotel and motel after another trying to find a room (there was a conference going on that we were going to and everything was booked), panicking that we were stuck in this place. Thank God, there was a room for us, which getting there to that hotel was a different story and adventure in itself.

posted on August 15, 2007 at 2:20 PM

Kim Davis wrote:

My fiance was in the military stationed in Dothan, Alabama before being sent to Germany. I came down to help drive our truck home. I got up in the middle of the night to see a cockroach sitting on my toothbrush in the bathroom!

posted on August 16, 2007 at 6:59 PM

Todd wrote:

Worst, turned into best!! My little brother and I went to Chicago for New Years a couple years ago, and when we got into our room, it wasn't completely clean. There was some hair in the drain and a couple cobwebs. So my little brother went down to tell them and they gave us a better and bigger room. When we got to the room, it was a smoking room! And since neither of us smoke, it was very irritating. So we immediately called the desk, and after a few minutes were told to see the concierge on the top floor. Not only were we given a room on the top floor for the same price as our original room, the amenities were awesome. Free soda and water. Free fresh fruit. Free hot food for breakfast and during happy hour. And a private elevator that only went to the lobby and our floor.

posted on August 16, 2007 at 7:39 PM

Michelle wrote:

Last summer her in Missouri the power was out for approximately one week in scorching temperatures. We went to a local hotel right away as all rooms were being booked so fastly. We rented a room was charged 50.00 more than usual price. We got to the room and their air conditioner (window unit) did not work, there were no clean towels-the dirty ones were still there from previous occupants-trash cans were full of trash and there were condom wrappers on the bathroom floor. We went immediately back to the office where they were sold out and hiding in the back room. I yelled until they finally came out and they refused to refund our money. I immediately went and got my camera from the car and took pics of the room and threatened to call a local news station. I was quickly refunded! Horrible experience.
Michelle

posted on August 17, 2007 at 1:05 AM

Michele Metych wrote:

Years ago, when I was touring colleges with my father, we ended up in Kansas in the middle of the night. Opting to just grab a room for the night and continue in the morning, we went to three hotels that were all booked. The fourth hotel wasn't... and for good reason.

We asked for a room with two double beds and were told that wasn't possible. My father decided he would just sleep in the chair and it wouldn't be a big deal. The chair turned out to be a kitchen table-type chair and not a recliner like the clerk had led us to believe. My dad decided to try it anyway.

When we tried to go to sleep, we were treated to a ton of sounds. The room to the left of ours was apparently having a fun night--and the sounds of the bed bumping against the wall behind my head weren't exactly calming. Then, from the room to the right of us, things also started bumping. Except those people were fighting. When we heard what sounded like the television crashing to the floor, someone screaming, and the door to the room slamming, my dad took the chair he'd been trying to sleep in and wedged it under the doorknob. He went to sleep on the floor. I stared at the ceiling for three miserable hours before we checked out.

posted on August 17, 2007 at 1:22 AM

Nancy Kevoran wrote:

I was assigned a ground floor room in a moderate priced hotel in Florida. I was asleep in bed when I awoke when [COLOR=Red]my body felt a movement traveling along the length of my lower leg.[/COLOR] I literally jumped up while throwing off the bed covers. That is when I found a [COLOR=Red]3-foot snake in bed with me[/COLOR]. I quick called the front desk and they responded by moving me out of my room into another one so they could trap and remove it. I was too freaked out to sleep the rest of the night. Turns out, it was a ‘ribbon snake’ which is non-venomous. However, I’ll take funky odors, stray pubies of unknown origins, lumpy beds and cockroaches over that nightmare.

posted on August 17, 2007 at 1:55 PM

Laura wrote:

My boyfriend and I traveled to Ireland for Spring Break and didn't have a lot of money to waste. We booked a place online and finally found it in a very dead Irish neighborhood. It was a basement. There was one way in and one way out - a very long hallway, which worried me slightly considering there weren't any smoke alarms. The room was tiny with a creaky bunk bed, a tv with 2 channels and no volume control and an itsy bathroom with a badly clogged toilet. Luckily we were exhausted from our travels, so we conked out in our clothes and left right when we woke up in the morning, making a stop in the lobby to use the bathroom.

posted on August 17, 2007 at 2:41 PM

ARTIE PARTI wrote:

High School Ski Trip to Jackson Hole

I voluteered to lead an 80-student, 6 chaperone, 2 bus, trip to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, from Woodland Hills, California. After taking roll, we departed in buses. After many agonizing hours of travel, we reached our hole-in-the-wall motel, and what a palace it was, friends. It had running water and heat, and those were the amenities. Not long after we settled in, the front desk phoned me complaining about the noise from room 117. It was a room of two H.S. senior boys, and when I arrived at the room, already there were 6 empty beer cans displayed on the window sill like trophies. I reminded the boys of the under-age liquor laws. I brought them to tears by making them pour the remaining supply down the sink. I left them, but the noise continued. I returned after another front desk complaint. The boys wouldn't calm down, so I went to the front desk to find a Teton County Sheriff Deputy talking with the desk clerk on a friendly basis. To put a little fear and respect for the law into the minds of the noisy boys, I asked if he would visit the room and give them a talk. Well, he did and arrested the 17 year-old. But that didn't stop the rest of them. On New Years Eve, 80% of the kids were intoxicated. That night was hell: drunken kids vomiting, broken mirrors and bottles, an egged exterior door, my phone constantly ringing from complaints. After many attempts to establish order, I finally gave up and went to bed, I was awakened by another deputy at 2:30 a.m. blaming me for the chaos. Two days later, the 18 year-old supplier of all the booze, got arrested at the nearby liquor store trying to purchase $110 worth of assorted alcoholic beverages with a fake i.d. He spent the rest of the trip in the cell with the other boy. Let's ski!

posted on August 17, 2007 at 8:04 PM

alchemyannie wrote:

My husband and I took a spur-of-the-moment trip, and headed out without reservations. The only hotel that had vacancies has since become a legend in our household. It is the gold standard that all bad hotels are judged by. We’ve stayed in some doozies since, but nothing like this one! It was a normal strip motel, decent enough looking from the outside.

Inside- the bed was missing a leg, and was tilted on an angle. The toilet seat was cracked almost in half. There was a roach swimming frantically inside the toilet, and another dead one in the grungy tub. The sheets were stained and yellowish. The bottom three feet of the walls- all the way around the room- were kicked in as if there had been a crazy person inside. There was a TV from the 1970's. Plus, it smelled all sorts of nasty.

My husband and I looked at each other, and without a word, marched back to the office to get our money back. We were NOT staying there, even if it meant we would have to sleep in the car. The manager (through the metal bars of the cage-like office) said "NO REFUNDS", and closed the blinds, right in our faces. Funny- she had been so nice a few minutes before! My husband then threatened to call the health inspector, and the manager sheepishly slid our money back through the slot. I still shudder when I think about it!

posted on August 17, 2007 at 8:22 PM

Connie wrote:

A sewer line blockage drove us from our room as we were at the end of the line and water from all the other rooms came backing up into ours. The smell woke us up and only became worse as the maintenance people began pouring chemicals into the drains. We had to sit in the lobby for 5 hours still looking disheveled from having just crawled out of bed. We weren't even offered a cup of coffee!

posted on August 18, 2007 at 10:50 AM

Julia Price wrote:

This is a true story. First, I admit that I am spoiled when it comes to hotels. We frequent three and four star hotels where service, cleanliness, and safety are taken for granted. I have traveled often and tag along frequently when my husband goes to conferences. This occasion was one of those times. I tagged along to Savannah Georgia where we were staying near River Street but not at the location where the convention was being held. The company was apparently saving some money on this trip. I knew that we were introuble the minute we drove up. There were people loitering outside. It was one of those place where the door to your room opens to the outside and we were a couple of floors up. Of course there was no elevator or bellhop. So we lugged ourselves and our 15 month old son upstairs. We enter and immediately noticed a peciliar odor and dead bug. Welcome! I busied myself to ensure that my little guy did not touch anything! Off we go to buy Lysol and bug spray. Later we attempt to disinfect the room as best we can. The worst comes that night (and every night of our 3 night stay there). We discover that the parking lot of the hotel is a party place. People are screaming, music is blaring, and before the night is done the police sirens are sounding. Oh what a great night's sleep we and our bay got there. Did I mentioned that this occured every night? The other added entertainment occured on night 2 when someone decided that it would be fun to bang on our door. I was scared to death! All that stood between us and crazy drugged out of their mind pranksters was a window. So we waited them out until they got bored, passed out, or O.D.'d. Needless to say, while I love Savannah this trip left a bad taste in my mouth. I wrote a letter to the hotel management afterward to which I recieved noresponse or apology for the hell we endured and paid to endure!

posted on August 18, 2007 at 3:33 PM

Erica Luckstead wrote:

Initially, when I (a woman traveling alone in heavy rain) requested a nonsmoking room for one, the desk clerk asked loudly whether this was a room for one (as if she hadn’t heard me). Then she filled out a computer registration form. Although I handed her my driver license and AARP card at the start, she kept repeating my answers loudly. She made me spell my street name three times even though I gestured and said it was on my license. She just held the license against herself and never looked at it. (And on my receipt the street is still misspelled.) After the laborious announcement of all my personal information to the lobby, she again loudly referred to my traveling alone by asking how many keys I wanted and repeating "only one key." This despite the fact that she had a good view of my car which was packed so I couldn’t possibly hide a passenger. (To my knowledge she didn't record my car’s make, model, or license, though she may have had old information in her computer. I've also just noticed that the bill says guests 2/0—does this mean I was charged for two adults?) I was aware that others were in the lobby and hated that all my personal information was publicly announced, just on principle, and also felt she had no respect for the privacy or security of a woman traveling alone. I asked whether the rate, which seemed high, was the AARP rate, and she said yes, handing back my ID and AARP card. When she handed the room key across the desk, she announced in the same loud tones that I was in room 117!!!
I could hardly believe she was announcing my room number, and as my jaw was dropping, I reflexively turned away from her, only to come face to face with SIX MEN staring at me. These lobby occupants didn’t even pretend to read a magazine. Obviously I was the entertainment. I was so embarrassed.
Frankly, I was a hotel clerk in my student days. Where I worked, revealing any guest's room number was grounds for termination, and an employee with an otherwise spotless record could only hope for final warning rather than immediate dismissal. The only thing worse was to cause keys to the same room to come into possession of separate parties.
I turned back and asked whether she'd ever been told not to give room numbers aloud. She laughed like I was nuts and said no. Then, with a shrug like she couldn’t imagine what difference it would make, she asked whether I wanted a different room. I was tempted to cancel then and there and go to another hotel, but I was truly exhausted, so I said, “Yes, please.” I received the key to 119, and a guy who'd been in the lobby was given 117.
If that was the end of the story, I'd never stop at that chain again. Unfortunately, the insensitive (to put it mildly) desk clerk interaction was just the beginning of my troubles.
I was traveling from NC to Corpus Christi, TX to help my father who was ill. The rain had slowed me down, so I planned to leave the hotel at 5am to pass through major cities away from rush hour and make good time. Just before 5am, as I put my bag into the car, I saw that my left rear tire was flat! Since it's by the gas tank, I knew it wasn't flat when I filled the tank with gas shortly before stopping at the motel. I thought I must have run over debris in the rain. I’d bought new tires specifically for this trip. And I'd have to unpack a lot in the rain to get to the donut, assuming I could get the flat tire off—usually nowadays they’re put on by machine. Then, I could hardly ride the donut to Texas.
So I had to wait for a tire place to open even though I was dressed and packed and really couldn’t go back to my fitful sleep. I started using cell phone minutes around seven looking for a tire place that was open in this unfamiliar town. As soon as it was light, I walked to the nearby filling station in the rain to see about airing my tire—really flat—but the air was out of order.
Finally, just after eight, I reached a Firestone and had to drive two miles on the rim to get there.
As I turned in my room key, I saw breakfast in the lobby. I'd eaten my own provisions around six in the room, and had never been told food would be provided. Other people ate and checked out without incident.
When the Firestone manager told me nothing was wrong with my tire, I couldn’t believe it. While they rechecked the tire and properly inflated it, it dawned on me that someone had let the air out of my tire deliberately. And the only person with whom I'd had any interaction whatsoever in Pearl, Mississippi, was the desk clerk. I finally left Firestone at nine. When it was time to rotate my tires after my return, I needed a new tire—the left rear had damage from driving on the rim and was dangerous.
I arrived in Austin, Texas very late at night and couldn't drive further. The flat tire cost me four hours (aside from the aggravation) and coincidentally it was four hours to drive from Austin to my father’s in Corpus Christi.
Now that I’m home I looked online for the address of the motel and I believe I was charged the rack rate for two.
I will probably be driving between NC and Texas every couple of months to help my father and if I see only that chain, I’d rather stay at a rest stop. Count the reasons why.

posted on August 18, 2007 at 3:53 PM

Crystal Brown wrote:

we were staying at a higher end hotel, and decided to use the pull out sofa for my son to sleep on. When we pulled out the bed, a DEAD RAT fell out! Needless to say, we checked out!

posted on August 18, 2007 at 9:03 PM

mary wrote:

I accompanied my husband on a long business trip out of state. We were looking forward to some time away. We booked a room on line at an extended stay type hotel. Nothing fancy, but comfortable and affordable. The hotel lobby was small, and left a little to the imagination. However, we were still excited about this trip. We found our room and after unpacking, and sitting on the hard sofa, we decided to "try out" the bed. 3/4 of the way into our "comfort" test, we heard this loud shrill. Still a little preoccupied it took us a few moments to realize the fire alarm was sounding. Paniced, I "threw him off" and started yelling for him to get the clothes and lets get out. We ran down several flights of stairs to find other guest outside. The whole time, my husband is complaining about being "drippy" and exposed in his pj's :o) I don't think we will go back, but it still makes me laugh. Oh.. it was a false alarm. Some kids pulled the fire alarm to see what would happen!! LOL..

posted on August 18, 2007 at 11:09 PM

Laura Turner wrote:

My husband and I along with our children had made our annual trek from New Jersey to South Carolina. We were spending our first night of vacation in a hotel before moving into our villa in the morning. We had driven in rain nearly the whole trip and it was thunderstorming when we arrived at our destination. Our clothes were damp from getting out at rest stops and we got wetter as we unloaded some necessities at the hotel. Everyone was looking forward to washing up, changing. and getting into bed. Unfortunately, our hotel room had not been made up and there was no hot water. My husband called the front desk and was told that because of "unforseen circumstances" there would be no hot water until morning. However, housecleaning would be sent to change the linens. It was 2 a.m. by the time the room was ready. Now we were all just a little crankier. We took turns washing up - with ice cold water - and found the towels were so recently washed they were still damp. In addition, our pajamas, packed in suitcases atop our car under a tarp, also were damp. Worse, as we climbed into bed, we found the sheets and blankets not only damp but smelling of ammonia. It was like laying down on wet diapers! Suddenly, we lost power. In the dampness and darkness, the kids were whining, my husband was swearing, and I now had a throbbing headache. We ended up changing back into street clothes, stripping the beds, spreading two rolls of paper towels from the car on top of both double beds and sleeping on that. Could you have a worse night in a hotel?

posted on August 19, 2007 at 10:23 AM

charles smith wrote:

Most of these stories are of hotel guests,but i have been a hotel employee for over ten years,and thats when the stories get really good!One of my favorites is when i was working room service orders. A guest called and ordered some food. I told him the order would be ready in fifteen minutes.when i arrived at the room , i was greeted by the guest, wearing only a towel! he was about 6'3 ,weighed 380lbs!also was very hairy,back andshoulders. HE invited me inside, but its just not that kind of party! I had him sign the receipt, and left quickly!

posted on August 19, 2007 at 2:12 PM

Suzanne Reichel wrote:

Imagine walking into a well-known, higher end hotel chain and finding everything looked very classy on the ground floor, but when we got to our room on the 17th floor, the carpets were dirty, the bedspreads had dust flying off them when we sat down on it, and the bathroom was full of mold. And to make it worse, the housekeeping staff was congregated down the hall, laughing and shooting the breeze as if there were no work to be done. Unfortunately, it did not get cleaner from there and we ended up moving to a less expensive, but much cleaner, hotel.

posted on August 19, 2007 at 2:37 PM

AJ Garcia wrote:

It had been a long drive half way across Nortn Carolina but we finally made it. My eyes were dry and blood shot from trying to keep them open during the drive, which lasted a little bit longer then expected, thanks to a worng turn somewhere along the line. I was ready for bed and quickly rushed into our hotel room. The bed looked so inviting and comfy that I dropped onto it. My lungs panicked and I writhed off the bed still tasting stale cigarette smoke invading my mouth and nose. My kids, half grogy eyed, stared at me in a stupor. It was then I wondered what "no smoking room" the hotel clerk did not understand. They quickly moved us to another room after a vial tongue lashing. The fact that we slept one room above a gang of vicious looking bikers meant nothing to me as I lay on a clean bed and let the thumping of Sweet Home Alabama coming through the cheap floors lull me to sleep. Little did I know the free breakfast would be unedible. One out of three ain't bad.

posted on August 19, 2007 at 3:42 PM

Cassie Leathem wrote:

Our two children were 6 months and 21 months old when we finally got his mother to watch them for us so we could have a romantic child-free evening. We had a lovely dinner, only to return to our hotel to be treated to the infant guest next door who's colic kept us up all night. We swore it had to be a candid-camera moment, and thereafter learned to request a baby-free zone in the hotel. Either that, or select a hotel whose walls were not made out of paper-mache!

posted on August 19, 2007 at 5:08 PM

Cassie Leathem wrote:

Valentines Day, 2004. This "hotel" had adertised their Lovers Package for weeks! We bought it hook, line and sinker. As we ate the included meal in the Hotel restaurant, things were going well until dessert. The waiter showed the dessert cart, I asked "What kind of berries are in the berry tart?" After pondering this dificult question for a few minutes, he replied confidently, "Berries'! It got better. We went over our dinner voucher by $5, which we paid via credit card, plus tip. We then received the card recipt for a refund of $170. It's hard to be romantic when wine sprays out your nose from laughter!

posted on August 19, 2007 at 5:59 PM

Tiffany Lane wrote:

We were traveling in West Tennessee. We really needed to get some sleep and didn't want to spend a fortune. We see a hotel that looks okay from the outside. We get to the desk and ask to see a room first. There is rat powder spread throughout the room to keep pest away. I proceed to tell my husband there is no way I am staying there. As we are leaving I notice a sign, it reads " We rent rooms by the hour." Thank god we did not stay there. We paid a fortune for a room that night, but at least we were safe.

posted on August 20, 2007 at 8:03 PM

Jeanine Bolly wrote:

We made reservations in advance so we could spend the weekend at our favorite sporting event. We were told all the rooms were sold out except for the Presidental Suite and since it didn't cost that much extra we booked it. When we got there we found out all the other rooms were booked by the people running the sporting event we were going to. We saw them at the hot tub that night and they found out what big fans we were and gave us tons of freebies including VIP seats and special access passes to the teams. We got autographs from every athlete. It was totally awesome! Now every year we get the same VIP treatment.

posted on August 20, 2007 at 10:27 PM

Elizabeth Moore wrote:

My hubby and I liked to be spontanious back in 1990. We would ubruptly take off on the road with little or no preparation beforehand. Such was the case on one very memorible trip to Shannandoah National Park in the Blue Ridge Mountains in Virginia.
The view from the skyline was breathtaking. We had a wonderful day taking pictures of ourselves amid trees whose leaves had turned various shades of yellow, orange and red. The time seemed to fly by and before we realized the hour,darkness had set in.
We decided it was too late to return home and began to look for a hotel to stay in. We headed up the road. After twenty miles of "no vacancy" signs, it occured to me that we were at the height of fall when the trees gave their most brilliant display. Finding a room was going to be a problem.
Onward we drove for what seemed to be hours. Finally, we stubbled upon a small motel in Stanton, Va. whose sign displayed, "Vacancy". I was so exhausted I only wanted a bed to fall asleep.
When we opened the door to the room, I thought, " Geez, I hope they don't have roaches or rats!" We quickly got into bed. We immediately rolled together to the middle. Although I love intimacy; I like space when I sleep. I immediately called the office.
When the clerk answered the phone, " I said, " I really hate to bother you, but this mattress is completely worn out. Could we have another room? " He said, " Sure, come to the desk and I will give you a key for another room." We walked inside the room and as soon as my hubby sat on the side of the bed, the box spring cracked in half!
At that point, I couldn't do anything except stand above him laughing. "Ok, let's just slde the mattress to the floor and climb in." I suggested. The irony of all this was that, at the time, my hubby was a sales rep for a bedding company. reservations, never leave home without them

posted on August 20, 2007 at 10:48 PM

Jeanine Bolly wrote:

We made reservations in advance so we could spend the weekend at our favorite sporting event. We were told all the rooms were sold out except for a two room Suite and since it didn't cost that much extra we booked it. When we got there we found out all the other rooms were booked by the people running the sporting event we were going to. We saw them at the hot tub that night and they found out what big fans we were and they gave us tons of freebies including VIP seating and special access passes to the teams. We got autographs from every athlete there. It was totally awesome! The people running the event got to know us and now every year we get the same VIP treatment. The best ever!

posted on August 20, 2007 at 10:49 PM

Vicki Howell wrote:

When I was a new flight attendant, we used to double up in the hotel rooms to save money. We also picked out hotels in those days, and some of the hotels that we could afford were real fleabags. I'll never forget one layover in New York. We were staying in a horrible hotel right by LaGuardia Airport. Just about the time we got to sleep after a long day, we were awakened by screaming next door. It was a woman, and we could hear the man with her. It sounded like there was a crime going on. We were scared to death. I called the front desk and told the clerk to call the police. I also told him that we were afraid to leave our room. My roommate and I were afraid that we would get murdered! He laughed at us. He said that the room next door was where the "working girl" took her John. I didn't get it. He had to spell it out. After almost 30 years, my face still gets red when I tell the story! How dumb can you get?

posted on August 20, 2007 at 11:41 PM

Patty Simmons wrote:

It was about 3 years ago at a "nice" hotel least it was supposed to be nice.We were so excited to be there my kids and I went up to our rooms everything seemed to be ok.But when I took a shower brown water started spraying out it smelt like a sumo wrestlers armpit.I quickly jumped out of the shower and dried myself off and called up someone to check on it.So they sent up this teenager that probably hasn't hit puberty yet so this kid was trying to act all macho and he says, the classic line "what seems to be the problem here?".So I showed him what was happening when I turned the shower on he looked at me like I was crazy and said "thats just how the water is here".He turned on a sink and did the same thing.I asked him if this water was safe to drink and he replied with laughter and said "Well no one has gotten sick yet"We left that hotel that night.It has haunted me ever since I'm still afraid to turn on a shower.

posted on August 21, 2007 at 7:06 AM

Amanda Vic wrote:

"Cheap trip to Europe!" read the brochure. My cousin and I, fresh out of college, quickly signed up. Our trip took us to many scary, shady hotels through central Europe, but the absolute worst was in Germany.
We had been traveling by bus all day and were eager to shower and go to bed. As I entered the bathroom, I saw that there was no bath or shower stall. Confused, I turned in circles until I spotted the shower head coming out of the wall. Additionally, there was a drain in the floor. The only thing missing was...well...the shower stall/curtain. I turned the water on and it immediately flooded the bathroom, leaving a one-inch deep pile of water around the toilet, sink, etc. I showered with flip flops on. After each of us finished with our shower/swim, we had to immediately close the door to prevent the water from leaking into the room. It was to no avail--by the end of our stay our room was flooded as well. Apparently, the hotel staff thought this was quite normal. Needless to say, we didn't curl or dry our hair, for fear of electrocution. It was the strangest thing we'd ever seen.

posted on August 21, 2007 at 8:19 AM

John Ogden wrote:

A mother-induced guilt trip will get you to do anything. On Christmas Day, my wife and I flew out to see my extended family in the Midwest.

We arrived Christmas night for a whopping ten minutes of social time with relatives. Thanks Mom!

We arrived at the hotel recommended in an area called the Podunk area of Nowhere. Bitter cold, the wind-chill below freezing, I wanted to get in my room and forget the worst Christmas ever.

The girl at the desk couldn't find the reservation. I said to give me whatever room they had. I got the look that is reserved for pushy out-of-towners and attitude on top of it. I suppose this didn't help in the end.

We piled into the elevator; my mother followed and kept up a constant stream about this and that and Uncle George’s prostate problems. The corner of the elevator had a large stain on the carpet that stank of urine.

Out of the elevator and down the hall. Swipe the key (hey, they had swipe cards. Technology! How bad could it be?), open the door. The scent made the elevator smell like a Glade air-freshener. Pizza boxes littered the floor and a beer-a-mid put together with careful exactness, sat on the small table. The mattress was half off the bed with a dark stain the size of Alaska, and there were no pillows or sheets.

I screamed some curse words. My wife just stared (and she's the outspoken one). My mother’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, speechless for the first time.

I turned, went back down the elevator, screamed at the woman to give me a new room. The next day I got my own rental car, looked up my own hotel and checked in.

posted on August 21, 2007 at 9:23 AM

Marilena Diaz wrote:

I was pregnant and my husband was headed out for his 6 month Med cruise in the Navy. So my husband had my father come down to take me back home to stay with them so I wouldnt be alone. We tried to get a couple of rooms at the military hotel/motel but it was BOOKED. So the only place we could find was nearby our housing. Well i guess my Dad's room had critters visitng him he didnt tell us until my husabnd was welll out of the Navy. He didnt want to hurt our feelings. He walked out of his bathroom, and cockaroaches had run back and fourth everywhere. He slept in a chair with the lights on that night. Poor guy. I just hope OUR room wasnt that bad and we didnt notice LOL.

posted on August 21, 2007 at 12:09 PM

Kelli Neal wrote:

It was a "race weekend" in Charlotte, NC but I didn't think that much of it.... I had plans of my own and they didn't include a car race. My fiance was coming to town for the weekend and that is all I could think about!
About a week before his arrival I decided that I'd better reserve a hotel room. I was living in a dorm at an all girls school and men were not permitted to stay overnight. I started calling hotels but kept getting the same answer.... No Vacancy. The only motel I could find that was not booked was one that would not accept reservations. I begged and they agreed to accept payment in advanced - cash only. I was desperate so I did it.
When we checked in my fiance was ready to take a shower after his long drive. He had to clean the shower out before he could use it.... it was full of hair and roaches. The television did not work so our entertainment for the evening was watching the bugs crawl around on the walls and ceiling. Now for the worst part.... they did not have any clean fitted sheets and had used a flat sheet to cover the dirty mattess. The sheet did not fit and the mattress was exposed.
It was a long night, but it sure did make for a fun story!

posted on August 21, 2007 at 2:45 PM

Annette Adams wrote:

Bangladesh Hotel:
I was in Bangkok, Thailand on my way to build a library in a remote village of Nepal when it was suggested the best price plane ticket would take me on an over-night stay in Bangladesh. I do not suggest this route to anyone but at the time I had no way of knowing. This was my first trip on B---- Airlines. The plane was late. Once we boarded I noted 6 other Westerners on the flight. We landed late at night in Bangladesh and were taken in a bus to a hotel. All people were assigned roommates. I was the last in line and quite sick from food poisoning and had fallen asleep on the plane. One of the Westerners told me he saw a large cockroach crawling up my leg while I slept on the plane. I was put in a room where once every hour all night long some clerk would open my door without knocking and ask me if I needed anything. The airlines owns chicken farms and offers a free dinner (I passed) but was told by Westerners the next day that before the meal was served the busboy sprayed a can of bug spray on and around the diningroom table to kill any creatures and to purify the eating area.

posted on August 21, 2007 at 2:49 PM

charles anderson wrote:

He booked the room on -line,
That should've been a sign.
The first thing we see is bullet proof glass,
Gregory, I said, "You're a pain in my ass."
The trip we took, it was at least 12 hours,
Of course, no hot water in any of the showers.
I saw hair in the sink,
from someone's head I think!
The sheets were covered with all sorts of stains,
Didn't get any sleep from the police sirens and trains.
The people next store were as drunk as could be,
but not as loud as the smoke alarms at three.
Our clothes smelled of smoke, but it said smoke-free,
I swear I felt a cockroach climbing on me.
We got up early and jumped into our car,
someone slit our tires, we didn't get far.
Back on the road, I said NE-VER AGAIN.
And Gregory, he's just a FRIEND :)

posted on August 21, 2007 at 8:09 PM

Patricia Barnes wrote:

I traveled across country alone after graduating from college as a young woman to visit my grandmother in California. I stopped at a motel after driving all day and walked to the adjoining restaurant for dinner. Walking back to my room, I noticed a man walking a safe distance behind me. I made a mental calculation that I could get in my room before he was close enough to be uncomfortable. I pulled out my key and jammed it in the lock but nothing happened. I did this a few more times. Then I heard a deep voice behind me. The man, looking extremely uncomfortable, volunteered: "Er ... I think that's my room."

posted on August 21, 2007 at 8:12 PM

Theresa wrote:

Hello All!! Okay, for our 20th wedding anniversary, my husband and I went to Hawaii. We had a beautiful room at
The Hilton Hawaiian Village. Two balconies, one looking out over the harbour and one looking out at Diamond Head. When we walked in, it was just great!!!!!. We put the luggage down, and of course, I have to check out the bathroom, etc.... When I went to sit down on the bed, I noticed a condom sitting on the bedspread. It was not ours since we don't use condoms. I called housekeeping and security came up and looked at it and they changed the bed etc.. We did not want to give up the room because it was so great, but they didn't give us anything to comp us. All in all it was a great trip, but I don't know what went on in that room before we got there. They said that there would be an investigation. Aloha!!

posted on August 21, 2007 at 8:40 PM

Krista Blansett wrote:

My husband and I took out two kids to St. Louis for three days and found a hotel with a nice looking indoor pool, which the kids would enjoy. On the second day at the hotel, while entering the kiddie pool, I picked up a sign laying face down on the pool deck and was shocked to see "pool closed by order of the St. Louis Health Department". We stayed out of the pool after that, but the damage was already done. A few days later, back at home, we were all sick, mine being the worst with a bad kidney infection, the source being e-coli. I now vow to stay away from that certain hotel chain, mainly because they dodged my many phone calls and emails. In the end, I let the health department deal with them.

posted on August 21, 2007 at 10:50 PM

Izzie Shakespeare wrote:

My daughter and I had plans to stay in a very posh hotel in Hawaii. The airline lost our luggage temporarily, so while we were straightening all that out, we lost our planned ride to the hotel. We shared a taxi with a man, wife, and baby from the plane. The man sat in front with the driver, the wife held the baby on her lap, my daughter (then 9) sat in the middle, and I was next. The baby had been great on the plane, but she began projectile vomiting in the taxi. Nevertheless, when we drove up to our hotel, the place was breath-takingly beautiful. My daughter started asking, "Can we go to the beach?" First, as we tried to get out of the taxi, my daughter was stuck in her seat belt! I tried to get her out, to no avail, then the taxi driver tried, followed by the man from the front seat. Finally, the hotel concierge saved the day by somehow loosening the seat belt. Next, we were given a smoking room with a children's kit written in Japanese, so we went to say that was wrong, and the hotel said, "But we have no rooms left." I reminded them that I had specified "NO SMOKING," so they came up with a nice room and an "English" children's pack. Despite all this, we ended up loving the hotel and would go back in a NY (or should I say Oahu?) second!

posted on August 22, 2007 at 12:03 AM

Pop and Fresh wrote:

I used to work the front desk in a hotel. My boss was a short, slim, brunette with a taste for high heels. She and I usually worked late hours together. I always wore my uniform black suit, and she would wear the newest in women’s office wear. Whenever she and I were standing at the desk, looking over the VIP list or something, she would kind of close in and put one leg between mine. We finally gave in, but not all the way in, on a usual weeknight on the floor of the accounting room. Then, about a week later she called me at home and told me I had to come in early. I met her in the cafeteria dressed for work. She led me to the service elevator and pressed ‘7.’ Every room on ‘7’ was unavailable due to coming renovations. She still had her wedding ring on - 3 months and counting. We went into 713. Afterward, we went separate ways and met outside for a smoke. Suddenly, someone at the front desk was calling for her help over the intercom outside. When I went back inside she was arguing with a drunk (and prostitute?) woman in the lobby, who tried to skip out of the in-house restaurant without paying. I was behind the desk like a bunker, while I watched my boss in front of me talk calmly to this howling hysterical woman. The sauced woman made a run for it and ran into my boss. They both fell to the floor where the convict bit my bo