"It started with the completely janky, wacky elevator that doesn’t work without terrifying you so bad your ancestors can feel it. Then, you enter the room with curtains too small for the window (don’t worry, the light from the giant gas station sign outside won’t be the problem you expect). The Wi-Fi that does not work, so to unwind you decide to turn on the TV. Which doesn’t work. Then, after listening to your neighbor blast their (working) TV as if they were trying to entertain everyone in the hotel, you have to fight the elevator (you must go up to go down) to go ask the clerk at the desk to tell them to shut up. You can try to call the desk with their phone, but it doesn’t work. And the immediate response from the desk clerk when you finally get there (beware the elevator) is the best he can do is check you out. At 12:30 in the morning. Once you finally get it explained that the room next door is loud, the clerk finally goes upstairs (after fighting the busted elevator) and pounds on the loud TV door a few times. Volume goes down … but don’t worry, it goes right back up in less than 15 minutes. It finally ends at 3:30 in the morning. Oh. And the ATM is busted. I didn’t need it, but I learned that when someone else did and the clerk told them it doesn’t work. There’s no sign and all of the lights are on, but it doesn’t work. And whatever you do, don’t try to use the pool. It is being renovated, which most mean it is currently serving as a gateway to hell, because I can’t se"