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We made a reservation for one room with two queen beds for two nights. The first night we got in around ten from out of town, checked in, got up to our room--and it was filthy. Blankets turned back, towels on the bathroom floor. So we went back to the front desk, got the room changed, no big deal, right?
The kids climbed into one bed and fell asleep, my fellow and I stayed up reading for another hour or two. When it came time for us to sleep, we flipped back the blankets, and a filthy--really grimy!--pair of men's underwear came tumbling out of them. The sheets had never been changed; the bed had simply been made around the dirty sheets that someone else had slept in.
Grossed out, I went downstairs to ask for new sheets. The girls were asleep, it was nearly one in the morning and we had to be up at seven. Another room change at that hour would have seen me with a pair of really cranky kids on my hands, so I thought we'd just change the sheets and talk to the manager in the morning. I wait at the front desk for (according to the clock) nearly 35 minutes before the desk manager returns with my sheets in hand. "I had to pull them from a dryer, that's why they're not folded!" he said, and pushed them into my hands. Exhausted, I trundle back into the elevator and up to the room.
And when I unfold the sheet, it's got angular, stiff stains of a yellowish shade. Someone had ejaculated all over it. Maybe it had just come from the dryer, but I assure you I'd never seen a washer.
I was furious. In the morning, when the owner arrived, I went downstairs while the girls were eating and he told me it was early, I should come back later. We were just about to leave, so I told him that wasn't possible; he said he'd heard what happened, and (in a bad temper) that he'd comp the room.
And then (surprise, surprise!) refused to, when it actually came time to pay.
Don't go here! Don't ever go here. It's foul, the cleaning staff is evidently incompetent, and the manager is a dick.
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