re: Worst experience you have had at a motel/hotel?

Panama City Beach 1997: Surf High Inn. We left the bathroom window open and pigeons flew in and started shitting all over the place while we were passed out drunk.

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I stayed at the Alamo motel on Florida Blvd. 

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God that has to be the worst. I remember a few years ago a reporter stayed there to write a story about it and didn't make it all night. Alamo, Staring and those random handful of North Airline motels need to be condemned.

I had some skanky hookers try to flag me down on Harry Drive near Airline next to the motel right there. I'd sleep in my truck in NBR before I'd go into one of those places.

Travelling from Biloxi to Norcal.

2 little girls (visually poor) were eyeballing my ice chest full of food. When I went to bring them the bunch of the food I had they had already turned the corner and slipped into their room. I could hear their mom telling them that it was "my food" and not to answer the door.

It made me cry.

I got bed bugs at a hotel. That sucked. Ended up throwing away a bunch of clothes. Luckily I didnt bring them home.

Cherokee NC.I ran upon a car accident at midnight. Blew two tires from all the crash debris. Walked up to a motel two hundred yards away and got a room while waiting for road assist that said "Two to four hours".
I turned the lights of in my room and 30 minutes later they were back on. Cockroaches came out the walls like a horror movie. I checked out and slept in my car that was on a hair pin turn.

When I was getting out of the Navy and moving to Memphis, we came up here apartment hunting. Stayed in a shite-hole motel around the airport, if I remember correctly. There were car alarms going all night, talking and yelling outside and I think "weed-man was next door. There were knocks, lil convo then slamming door all night long. Woke up the wife at 5am and headed the f out.

One year for Mardi Gras, my friend calls me the week before and tells me his girlfriend got a room in New ORleans for the Friday through Mardi Gras Day. Naturally, I was shocked because we all know that you have to book those months, if not years in advance, right? Well, he figures there must have been a cancellation or something. So, I had to work that Friday night at a restaurant but they all headed to NO for me to meet them later. I get off work and head that way with plans to 'page' my friend when I got there (Keep in mind, it's like 1997 or something.) I get the address and it's off St. Charles. SWEET! Well, I get to St. Charles and start looking for the hotel called The Audubon Hotel. I finally find it it has no parking lot so I park at a Walgreens and walk. The entrance is a freaking bar. No lobby, nothing. A bar. I go to the bartender and explain my situation. He says that my friends left me a key and he gives it to me with a room #. I go to the 2nd floor and have to step over someone that was completely passed out in the hallway. Find the room and enter. A complete shite hole. I look for a phone. No phone. I figure that can't be right. Go back to ask the bartender, the rooms don't have a phone. I'm starting to figure out how/why we were able to get the room at the last minute. The rooms had adjoining bathrooms so you and the room next door shared one. You were supposed to lock the others door as you entered and unlocked theirs when you were done. Well, I enter the bathroom and someone is fricking shooting up on the toilet. Scared the absolute shite out of me. They didn't seem to mind though. Anyway, I eventually find my friends and a crazy arse weekend full of unbelievable stories happened but I won't get to all of them here. We still call it the Heroin Hotel when telling the stories of that weekend.

1. The last time I let my assistant book my room for me for travel she put me in some run down place near the port in Miami. I had to drive through container stacks in pouring rain into a hotel surrounded by a razor wire fence. It was 11:45 at night when I arrived and had not eaten. Not a single scrap of food on property. I went to bed hungry and then listened to port noise all night.

2. Hurricane evacuation to the La Quinta on Stone Mtn Industrial. Was only hotel we could find with enough rooms for family to be together. Walking from bed to door in socks left them black. There was an obvious stain from a cum shot on a wall next to a head board. The safety bar on one door was broken off. Mexicans were circling hotel all night with loud music. The best part was that my parents room had the vibrating bed thing - I put a quarter in as a joke and the damned thing did not turn off. Dad was pissed.

Stayed at a sleazy motel one night during a college road trip. Out front were hookers and a guy selling electronics from a van. Someone tried to break into our room when we stepped out to go to a strip club next door.