Last week we made a last minute decision to visit some friends in San Luis Obispo and drove up Friday afternoon for a couple of nights. By the time we arrived on Friday, it was time for dinner; we were hungry and some of our friends had mentioned that they would wait for us so that we could all enjoy dinner together. Not wanting to keep anyone waiting we decided to get something to eat before we booked a hotel room for the night. By the time we finished the meal and caught up with Kayla, Andrew, Justin, and Scott, it was 11 at night and we set out to find a hotel.
We knew that a chain hotel off the freeway had availability when we arrived in town and headed over to get a room, only to find out that the rooms had all been booked while we had been chatting at the pizza parlor. We sat in the parking lot while I tried calling a few other hotels in the downtown area, all booked, and we decided to call a small motel that was across the street from where we were parked. The man offered us a room for $65 and then offered an additional $20 discount. I knew right away that it wasn't going to be a Hilton but, as Will pointed out, it was nearly midnight and we didn't have to stay there both nights. We could find something better in the morning for the following night.
We checked in at 11:45pm.
And checked out at 11:48pm.
Luckily we made it out before we contracted herpes.
Some of the highlights:
+ No shower curtain
+ An empty mini fridge right in the middle of the room, unplugged, opened
+ One towel with a handwritten note taped above it: "Do Not Stain the Towel"
+ Plastic sheets on the bed
+ Huge burn in the middle of the filthy, sticky carpet
+ Missing room number
+ Broken door lock
+ Holes in the walls
+ This hair dryer
I realized the motel must be charging $45 by the hour to prostitutes or people changing the oil in their motorcycles right in the middle of the room, which would be the only explanation for the black grease stains all over the carpet.
We left immediately. We were denied a refund. We were offered to be moved to room 205 and when I refused that offer, we were offered a room in a nearby motel owned by the same family.
I called American Express.
They opened an inquiry to get our money back.
But, also, I was kinda pissed.
And so we went back.
And talked the guy into an almost total refund.
Hopefully AMEX will get back the last few dollars.
We ended up finding an excellent hotel a few exits down the freeway. It wasn't downtown, but there were towels! and sheets! and apples and oranges and coffee and teas in the lobby! and a big breakfast spread in the morning! with waffles! We have stayed in luxury hotels far nicer than this one we ended up at, but considering where we had been, it might as well have been a five-star resort. We were totally impressed by the door on the bathroom and the television and what? A dresser! Tight!
The next day at lunch we were laughing about the horrible motel and Will described it this way: At our current hotel there is a continental breakfast if you get up before ten; at the other place there is continental breakfast, if you are quick enough to catch it.