Tried to ask for a first floor room but the clerk wouldn’t get off of her personal phone call long enough to listen to me. So, with a bad knee, I got an upstairs room. She told me it was one room number and I almost got jumped by someone telling me that was his room.then I found out that she gave me the wrong room number and the room was on the opposite side of the hotel from the stairs. So I had to lug stuff up stairs and across to the other end of the hotel. Then there was the wet paint on the railing that smeared all over my arm and luggage. Not even a full hotel, but I got the room that faces the busy highway with sirens and car engines all night. Then we got the next door neighbors that started banging onthe wall at 3am. they didn’t stop banging until I physically banged on the wall back at them. Wet paint on the bathroom door that wouldn’t close. No towels. Dirty appliances. Heater didn’t work. But at least I had a roof over my head.