Days Inn can suck a dick
If I never spend another night in a Days Inn it won’t be too soon. This last overnighter in Winston-Salem was way worse than any previous night.
What was so bad?
Previously to last night it was a warm February night in North Florida. They were so adamant about not getting pet hair on the comforter after paying their exorbitant pet deposit, I didn’t realize it would interfere with the human pubic hair farming they were already conducting on their comforters.
Last night, the bed was so hard I thought I had drank too much and ended up on the floor again. How did I know I was still on the bed? It was only slightly less sticky than the floor.
I called down to cancel the rest of the week, but had to go down to the desk because they couldn’t hear me over the pathetic groan of the air conditioner. I tried to explain my distaste to the front desk clerk, her response was a simple “I’m sorry to hear that” which sounded more like “What the fuck do you expect for $55?”.
Days Inn, may your business center have ‘tubgirl’ made a permanent screensaver!
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