The facility was run down. When we arrived, there were men working on the second floor, just down from and across from our room, with loud noises past 8:30PM. Every time someone around us left the room, they had to slam the doors to make them close. The card key reader was finicky. The hallway floor was in desperate need of vacuuming & cleaning. Inside the room, we were met by a wonky odor. My husband said it smelled like sprayed something to to cover the scent of weed. The pocket door separating the tiny bathroom from the rest of the room was loud and squeaky, much like the shower stall faucet. The ironing board was broken. I had to lay it the whole thing on the bed to iron my shirt. The button on the back of the toilet is broken in two; we had to be sure to press both down. The sink had no stopper—just a gaping hole. The perimeter of the room and bathroom needed to be scrubbed with a small brush—I imagine the mop just pushes everything to the edges. Years of neglect. One picture was missing from the wall behind the bed—just screws were still there. Our TV would not connect to Direct TV. We both followed the instructions on the screen but couldn’t change the channel. It’s a good thing we also like to read. They really should close the floor down, make repairs and then open the floor up for rentals. Working on the floor while patrons are there really doesn’t work. On a positive note, the lady who checked me in was friendly.
