Super 8 Chesapeake Greenbrier

It was after midnight, I was tired, and I still couldn’t get a proper refund for the two nights I’d booked through AAA. The owner, who is a private person and not part of Super 8, was rude and didn’t understand. My friend got information about who to contact, and then did contact the health department because of the smell and the room seeming unsanitary. We’d arrived at the lobby and I already felt I’d made a mistake: it was old and smelly. The man wanted $70 for both my pets, even though the sign said a $35 pet deposit, not per pet. I asked if I was really supposed to pay $70 for this when the room cost $75, then stepped outside to call other hotels. While I called, my friend went to inspect the room. I saw people I thought you should keep an eye on, including a hooker who looked like a crackhead and kept walking away with different men. My friend returned to the car and said there was no way I’d stay there. I went back in to ask for my money. The man returned one night’s charge and said they could have sold the room to someone else. I said maybe to crackhead prostitutes, but no one in their right mind would stay there. My friend threatened to contact the health department and other travel agencies. If you don’t mind staying somewhere with a 99.9% chance you’ll need a doctor after being exposed to filth, and watching a live view of pimps up, crack hoes down, this is the place for you.