We are in Charleston for a dear friend's wedding this weekend, and against my better judgement, I booked this "hotel" online. The photos are deceiving, to put it nicely. Upon our arrival, I was immediately uncomfortable by the nature of the people milling around outside of the lobby. That should have been my first red flag. Then, while attempting to confirm my reservation and check in, I watched as what appeared to be a hooker, paid her rent in cash.
I know she was paying her rent, because she said, "I need to pay my rent. I confirmed my reservation and paid for 2 nights because I'm an idiot. While driving around to our room, we were again graced with the presence of the hooker. She must be a professional, she'd already changed her work uniform and it had only been 5 minutes. Now, not only were her breasts and rear end hanging out, her lady box was trying to escape her panty shorts. Then, while passing the pool, we noticed the Buick on cinder blocks, and what appeared to be a domestic dispute against a guy who looked like Joe Dirt and a blonde version of Amy Winehouse.
Let's get to Let's get to the room. Room When we opened the door, we were greeted by the not so pleasant aroma of stale cigarettes and sweat. Although I often confuse the smell of sweat with shame, I know for a fact this was the smell of sweat; the people living day to day at this establishment no doubt had to put in work to pay the rent.
There was some kind of liquid covering the floor, blood maybe? Bodily fluids? Maybe it was just water There were cigarette burns in the linens when we pulled back the covers. I'd seen enough. There was no way I was going to subject my daughter to this environment, I'll not have her learning new tricks Luckily, we did not unload our vehicle.
I returned to the office, where I explained to the gentleman the nature of the things we'd witnessed and requested a refund. I cannot recall his name, but the diligent manner in which he responded to my complaint I will remember.
