Bad, Bad, Bad
Our first clue that our stay in this motel would be a bad experience was the desk clerk's appearance. She had the look and the mannerisms of someone under the influence of a controlled substance. Then we entered our rooms. Our family was traveling, caravan fashion, due to Hurricane Rita. This motel was the only accommodations we were able to find. We reserved four rooms. We knew, upon entering these rooms, that indeed, this was to be a bad experience.
None of the rooms were in good shape. They all needed to be painted, the carpeting used as baseboard was falling down. One room had standing water in the sink. Another smelled of urine and had a lock on the door that was not screwed into the frame properly. A third had blood or feces and other bodily fluids smeared on the wall. In all, the carpets were so filthy, our feet became black from walking on them. None of the linens had been changed, as evidenced by the discovery of the missing television remote twisted in the top sheet of a "changed bed".
We had reserved the rooms for a week, but checked out the next morning. There'd been fights outside the rooms, the walls so thin that crying babies and people vomiting in the next rooms were painfully obvious. The staff had visitors on the property that were not guests and spent their time smoking and talking in front of the lobby.
Bad, Bad, Bad. If I could have given no stars, I would have.