I should’ve known better, when I decided to stay at an Inn, and not a Hotel.
This is the most foul place I’ve ever stayed. Burnt cigarette hole in the bed’s comforter. Numerous cigarette burns on the edge of the bathtub. The bath towels and washcloths look like and feel like they came directly from a thrift store. The toilet paper is extraordinarily thin. The toilet seat pops off.
Oh wait.. hey there, little fella. (I’m speaking to a bug crawling on the wall next to me.)
I won’t be returning.