Let me start with the worst hotel experience I ever had. It was in Albuquerque, a word that if I never have to type it out again in my life I’ll be very happy.
It was part of a cheap chain, one we’d often stayed at before and done just fine. They’d all been clean, quiet, and had very comfortable beds. But this one! When we first entered the road, there was no air conditioning (it was nearly 90 outside), no remote, no fridge, microwave, iron, ironing board or coffee-maker, as there had been in the rest of the chain.
Hot water came out of the sink faucet, but from the tub, only cold. No plug in the tub, either. The hair dryer didn’t work – there was smoke. The bathroom fan sounded like inside an airplane bathroom, and it was on the same switch as the light, so, you can’t have one without the other. Cold, noisy showers – ugh. And, every time you flushed the toilet it ran and ran afterwards, so you had to lift up the lid and push the flapper down to make it complete its flush cycle.
The place was booked solid (Balloon Week) so we couldn’t be moved.
However, our second day there, we came home to a flooded bathroom floor and also the carpet outside the bathroom was awash. Actual squelching. Very glad I hadn’t left a suitcase sitting there. By then some people had left and we were moved into another room. Which also had issues, but at least the floor was dry.
Do please share your own hotel stories. Lurkers – please come out and play.
photo: The glorious Chateau Frontenac, an old CNR hotel in Quebec City. Bernard Gagnon, via Wiki Commons.
