Wednesday, January 5, 2011

The Bed Bugs Were Hiding

Tomorrow we leave for Annapolis.  I'll be staying one night with my sister, then going to a business meeting in Baltimore on Friday.  
Friday night, a hotel.  A very nice hotel, I might add.

I have a confession to make.  I'm a freak when it comes to staying at hotels.  If I see one hair in the sink I'm ready to ring the desk and see about changing rooms.  
And smell is everything.  If it smells disgusting, then it  is disgusting.  As for the bedspreads... they're folded down immediately since I figure they're not fresh and clean like the sheets.  
 I have many a hotel horror story.  I remember one where we had just settled in and the commode overflowed.  When I called room service they came up and sopped up the wet floor  with...  you guessed it...  GUEST TOWELS>  The very towels we dried our faces and hands with were being used to clean up bathroom waste.  Ick.  
But even more troubling nowadays is the big pandemic of...   

I now scope out the ceilings, corners, underneath the bedding etc.  making sure there is no sign of those pesky critters. I've heard they climb out at night and suck the blood from your legs and arms.   I would die!!!  
I've stayed in some really nice hotels in my travels and some real dives as well.  What's the worse hotel ever, you say?  Well...  Let me tell you about Hornes.  
On our trip to Florida in '07 Uncle Victor set us up in what he referred to as a real bargain and a nice place.  

The sign said it was clean, air conditioned, had color T.V. and a POOL>  Who could want for anything more?  
"Let's not take our bags in just yet..."  Gary said.

The thick 2 inch stained, foam yellow mattress was more than we could ever hope for.  I wish I would have taken a picture...

I could tell it was a real fun place...  there were two truckers chug-a-lugging a case of beer and throwing their cans in the fungi infested pool, and a pile of pillows were heaped in front of the door next to ours, probably belonging to the hotels only other guests - the two truckers.   It was obvious that lot of partying went on in these rooms, the smell along with the spills on the carpet would attest to that.

I was a little leery about the wiring.  A possible fire hazard?

 "Gary, can't we at least stay long enough to soak in the tub a while?"

There was a no refund policy.  We felt bad that Uncle Victor had been taken advantage of...  but we decided it was in our best interest to cut our losses and go to the Hampton Inn down the road.  We didn't tell him.

This hotel was bad.  Really bad.  Even the bed bugs were hiding.