The tv didn’t work when I got to my room. And there are never enough outlets in hotel rooms. The breakfast was sad. The fried eggs, not scrambled, were rubbery, the sausage patty was luke-warm, they were out of waffle batter and when I told the lady working she said “I know, give me a second” then disappeared. No tongs to grab muffins or mini donuts so I steered clear of those as I am sure lots of other hands touched them. And I was there at 730am for breakfast! So it’s not like I went at the “end” and they had run out of things… the check-in guy when you first came in was really awkward. He was asking me what brought me to town. As a woman traveling alone I didn’t feel comfortable answering that question. He was also the one that had to come to my room later to “fix” my tv…he looked at my bed when he walked in…it was uncomfortable, like he was noticing if i had anyone else traveling with me based on what I had unpacked in the room.
