Anything But Relaxing
It's been 100 degrees out all day, driving from Atlanta and I barely make it to Ruston, in need of sleep. First place I see is the Relax Inn, good 'on and off' the highway, which ended up meaning that you could hear it all night.
They put me in a room next to the noisiest bunch of drunks, with their t.v. so loud I could not shut it out. I told the desk clerk, who put me in a room above the office, which had a clogged sink. When I called the clerk, he said that I could come get a plunger and there was nowhere else to put me. It was not a relaxing night.