More Terrible HotelsActually paid to sleep somewhere that turned out to be less compfy, private or clean than the bench in the park outside? Tell us all about it.
Or perhaps you'd like to boast about getting upgraded to a sea-view suite next door to Stevie Wonder, like my colleague keeps doing? Over and over...
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chthonic, Thu 27 Nov 2014, 9:36)
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Summer 2009Best Mate and self roadtripping across the US, east to west. We arrived in Phoenix, Arizona. It was hot and vile and we were fairly broke by this point, so we booked into a Motel 6 for the night despite knowing it to be pretty much the cheapest and nastiest of the US motel chains.
I flaked out in front of the air conditioner while Best Mate went out for drinks. He came back to report that "there are two girls in the next room who asked if I wanted a good time. Do you think they might be prostitutes?"
I told him yes, they probably were, and we started on the drinks.
Later that night we were awoken by flashing blue lights and tramping feet as the cops arrived. I didn't have the courage to peer through the curtains to see what was happening, but when morning rolled around we had a shufti through the gap in the curtains of the room next door. It was stone empty, save only for an industrial size container of baby oil on the table.
(, Sat 29 Nov 2014, 3:01, 2 replies)
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