Last Night I Slept On A Chair And Table
I come inside and questionable ladies in thigh high stockings and tons of makeup are hanging in the lobby. The guy who checked me in had tattoos on his fingers and his neck - but I can roll with tattoos. I mean, I live in LA, tats are everywhere.
And then the guy at the desk suggested that I should go in my room and lock the door - and not come out after 11 pm. Fabulous because it was 10:30 pm. Fabulous.
He also handed me a piece of paper with the hotel rules. In all my years I have NEVER seen "Vehicle repairs may not be done on the property" as a rule at a legit hotel, but sure enough, it was there along with, "Drinking alcohol is limited to inside the Guest Room only." Um, yeah, that's why there were people outside drinking and smoking when I got here.
Anyway, my room smelled really weird and the people next door were fighting, so I rang the desk and they moved me down the hall.
The second room still smelled weird but by then, the front desk was closed. I was out of luck for the night. I think the stockinged ladies of the night picked up some clients because moaning and banging came through the wall - but thankfully, only for 2 minutes. Whew, somebody lacks stamina!
The internet was through an ethernet cord - who in the sam hell still uses an ethernet cord??? And, just because they give you that cord, that doesn't mean the net will work. It went in and out and was so slow, I thought it was the year 2000, not 2010.
I was scared I'd catch cooties or worse from the bed so I stuck to the chair and was SO happy to make my escape this morning. Whew, I will be glad to head home tonight!
But then I remembered the people who know this already are law enforcement, social workers or reporters who've had to interview sketchy people in sketchy places before.
You poor thing... [hands you a ten-gallon jug of hand sanitizer]
CONGRATULATIONS ON SLEEPING IN THE CHAIR!!! Glad you made it through the night; glad you DID NOT SLEEP in that bed o' issues, to put it politely.
Now, would you please excuse me while I vent? You've touched upon one of my fave "eccentricities!"
Do you recall that scene in "To Wong Foo" when the "girls" transformed the drab room into a more fabulous pad? That's me re: cleanliness when I travel!
My truth: I can barely stand staying in even reputable hotels. It wasn't always the case. Over the years, I've seen too many specials re: what's NOT happening re: cleaning to feel comfort in a big name hotel at a hefty price. Why? Here's a classic, if you've not seen it:
My solution has led my friends to call me "Monk." I couldn't care less; I need to SLEEP and LIVE.
So, when I enter ANY hotel room? I assess whether there's a baseline level of civilization I can work with. I don gloves and clean. I bring a tub of disinfecting wipes and rub them over EVERYTHING. Oh, the hair that clings to sofas, chairs, door handles!
When the wipes are gone (because I've used them all)? I BEGIN to feel comfortable. And if I run out of wipes before getting to it (or my friends insist upon seeing what's on TV)? I slip the remote in a ziplock baggie. Investigative reports reveal remotes to be the filthiest parts of a hotel room. Understand what's found on the remotes, especially when you consider that they are often being used while porn is being viewed? RIGHT.
I glasses with SOS soap pads I've brought. Why? Check out this video; go to 2:58 to cut to the chase (although the whole is equally compelling):
I personally use shower slippers when I travel; however, I place the wipes in the tub and "skate" to clean it. Again: you'd be surprised at what's there and almost invisible to the eye.
Recently, I purchased a sleeping bag and used it for the first time a couple months ago. I may've looked crazy; I felt SUPERB. Check out this:
I won't stop traveling; however, when I am aware that people are being paid peanuts to clean our most disgusting places at an outrageous level ("x" number of rooms in only "y" hours)? I KNOW that they aren't giving their all. They CAN'T.
And my friends? They have begun to look forward to my "Mitigation" (one friend's name for my "service"). I may SOUND like I'm a nightmare to travel with; I'm not. I never ask anyone else to do this or bring the supplies; I always do it myself without a peep, complaint, or request!
So, now, when they travel with others? My friends lament that other folks don't, for example, bring wet wipes or incense for the bathroom, LOL!
Sorry to go on and on. This is my story and I'm sticking to it. ;o)
I have never been in a situation as bad as yours but when I went to Delaware, I stayed at a Best Western and there was nothing "Best" about it. We had to request another room because the room we stayed in had an ant infestation and there was a big spider hanging in a web over the towel rack. If that room was dusted on a regular basis that spider would not be hanging there. I know if I have to go to Delaware again, I will definitely not be staying at the Worst Western. I don't like to have to share my room with six and eight legged critters.
I considered that - but seeing as it was only one night and the suburb I was staying in was kinda far out AND I was completely exhausted, yep... I just went for it. Sigh.
Seriously! I wrote a looong review on the hotels.com site and sent them a separate email telling them this is NOT a hotel that they need to be advertising on their site.
I'm ashamed to admit I only washed up in the sink. I could not make myself a) take off my shoes or b) interact with the tub/shower.
They sure are the spice of life! My back was alright but my neck... whew. It was SO stiff!
The suburb where I was was kinda far out -and sometimes it takes me awhile to react to situations like that. It's like my brain turns it over and says, hey... wait a minute! Oh well. You live and learn.
LOL! I have to go to NYC next month and I'm scared because of the bedbug issue!
OMG! Those videos! Now I feel like I have stuff crawling ALL over me. I never ever use hotel bedspreads but the remotes!!! I'd never thought of that. EWW!
I know! Just trifling to the nth degree!
The next morning I was soooo happy to make my escape and head to a Starbucks!
Locked up in my room with a chair in front of the door I only wanted to think about cooties. I definitely got a lot of creative fodder out of the experience. ;)
I like that "Worst Western"! Ha!
At first I thought the desk guy was joking - and then I realized, he was serious! AAGH!
The crazy thing is that every hotel close to where I needed to be had similar ratings. Not sure what's up with that area. Oh well.
Aww, thanks for the prayers. I sure needed them the other day... well, really, I need them everyday, but you know what I mean! ;)