Let’s leave aside the fights in the parking lot, that this is really a MOTEL and not an “inn” – but that nonetheless, we sure weren’t charged “motel” prices – the surly clerk who claimed falsely that there wasn’t a WiFi password, that the room didn’t merely have horrible decor but smelled like it hadn’t been aired out in a month, and that housekeeping was indifferent about requests to spruce up. We were booked for three nights, and on the day before checkout, while I was napping, my wife was sitting in front in one of the plastic chairs provided. And a fellow ambles right up to her, and without so much as a hello or an introduction starts chattering at her ... punctuated by asking her when she was checking out.
Being no fool, she declined the bait, and replied that she would check out when she was ready to check out. And he answered “You leave today!” And she then notices his walkie-talkie and keys, and squints some, and recognizes the surly clerk ... and answers that she’s due to check out the next day. And he repeats that she was leaving that day, and she repeats that she’s due to check out the next day, and furthermore that we prepaid for three nights. And he answers “We’ll see!” and stalks off.
I have booked a number of trips over Expedia the last couple of years, but this is the only place I’d never touch again with a ten-foot pole.