The Saga Motor Hotel

The room had no ventilation, and there wasn’t a window I could open without risking someone getting in. I couldn’t get out fast enough to breathe. The TV was small and didn’t work at first, though I managed to fix it. Everything felt old and neglected, from the furniture to the strange shower curtains that looked like something from the 80s. The tub was dirty, and the tabletops and lamps were dusty. I had to wipe the tables with my own wet wipes. There was a dead fly, gnats, and a huge spider. A used washcloth was sitting on top of the shower curtain. When I pulled it down, bugs and yellowish flakes came with it. The towels were crusty and yellow, the pillows smelled like a thousand sweaty heads, and the bedding reeked of mold, mothballs, and a nursing home. The room also had a strong mold smell, partly masked by those cheap air fresheners. It was so foul I skipped washing my hair just to avoid staying in the room any longer. I have a headache writing this. It looked charming outside, but inside it felt like my great grandpa’s filthy old house that he never fixed up. They charged over $200 a night, though it felt worth $40 at best. The parking lot was empty, while the woman at the front desk claimed the rooms were almost full. What a hellish night.