I’m fascinated by sketchy hotels. Is prostitution really the only thing keeping them in business? What percentage of the guests are packing a gun at any given time?
I’m not brave enough to go stay in one, though, so my own bad hotel story is not very exciting. The worst one I ever stayed at was on a family trip during my childhood. My parents decided to take us out to Colorado, and one of the themes of the trip (besides mountains) was dinosaurs. We visited some museums, sites where dinosaur bones had been discovered, and other dinosaur-related attractions.
As it happens, there is a small town in Colorado called Dinosaur – they have a cute statue and everything – and there’s a motel there called the Dinosaur Hotel. So my parents figured we had to stay there.
I don’t remember much other than it being generally shabby, with some insects in the rooms. Mainly what I remember was how unhappy my dad was! I didn’t quite understand why he was so worked up about it; we sometimes got bugs in our house, after all!
I’m sure some of you have far more hair-raising bad hotel stories to share.