More like an amalgamation of stories. Back in the olden days of three months ago, when I was in college, I did collegiate debate. This required a lot of traveling and a lot of hotels on a somewhat questionable budget. The range of hotels was rather diverse, some good (Comfort Inn & Suites for
life) and some bad (Quality Inn in Chicago, can still feel the carcinogens), we eventually ended up in an equilibrium of no money balanced against not wanting to die of disease that landed on Red Roof Inn.
Admittedly, they weren't Red Roof Plus, and they weren't always nightmarish, though they were always bad for one reason or another. The logic went that Red Roof had did a national renovation recently, and so their hotels would all be above quality for their prices. I always knew the truth, though. The very first time we stayed at a Red Roof, before it became our standard, the room had a vague smell of disease. It's hard to quantify what exactly it smelled like. The term I settled on was "smells like cholera", in that it wasn't overwhelming but the evolutionary alarm bells started blaring whenever I wasn't doing anything distracting.
I did get sick after staying there, but it was just a normal cold and not cholera, and debate trips tend to spread disease anyway. As such, I can't prove anything, but I know the truth.
It gets worse, though! See, of all the places we stayed, Red Roof was the only one lacking in a mini-fridge. Because of this jarring change, people would always bring food back with them because hording like a TLC special is a necessity on debate trips, only to have nowhere to preserve it. Debate can also last from sunrise to past midnight, so the food would just sit there over the course of days and inevitably rot. Our fault? Maybe. But circumstances made it happen over and over again.
The real kicker was the time we stayed at one where my group of 5 for a 4 person max room was first directed to a room where we found some poor fuck showering, and then after requesting an uninhabited room to one that was partially under construction and strewn with random but concerning garbage, like a shower walker just sitting in the shower and a few empty tubes of caulk.
Their TV choices were also always terrible, managing to eliminate both Family Feud and Chopped, the two traditional shows to watch after 14 continuous hours of running around unfamiliar schools interrupted only by pushing your brain to 200% capacity to argue at someone with the pace of the Micromachines Guy.
In short, fuck Red Roof Inn. Even the Super 8 in bumfuck nowhere we got stranded at during a blizzard once was better, and that had a guy who tried to molest me because he liked my beard.
Oh yeah, and there's this.
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