Somehow, some way, the Aladdin Motor Inn has managed to be worse than I expected.
Is the window air conditioner working? No mold in the corners of the cement ceilings? No chips in the $1.98 a sheet "1968" wood paneling? F
Lets not get on our high horse princess.
There is no window air conditioner. To be fair, there is also no heat. You get the temp you get. When we walked into the room, Mr. krista opened the window due to the overpowering mildew smell. No screen on the window. It's open for now, but there are a LOT of birds around here.
I don't know if there is mold in the corners, but there sure are a lot of cobwebs. I prefer the cobwebs to the globs of unidentified substances found all over the walls and the long black hairs on the bed. The "accent" wall is orange, which is not a terribly soothing sleep color. At least it matches...wait, wait, it doesn't...the pink formica counters on the sink. Well, that's in the bathroom, right? No, the sink is not in the bathroom so much as nearer to the middle of the room itself. The bathroom has a toilet and a tub/shower and blue ink scratchings on the walls.
But those are just aesthetics. Whatever. I'll just settle in and get on the internet and try not to touch anything. Except the guy didn't tell us the internet password, and there are wireless networks called "Aladdin" and "Aladdin guest" both of which require passwords (turns out, of course, that the appropriate network is neither of these and is instead called "NetGear11"). No problem, I'll just call down. Oops, the room phone doesn't work. No problem, will use my cell. Oops, every time I call the number it says the call won't go through and to try again later. Fine, I'll watch a little TV and get the password on the way out to dinner. Where's the remote? Oh, there isn't one.
All right, I'll go down and ask for the password. Sore after our hike and the flights of stairs will suck, but at least we're on the top floor so it will be quiet here. Other than the people in the next room who slam their door going in and out, causing the whole room to shake. On the plus side, they only seem to go in or out of the room every two ####### minutes.
The beds have six inches of metal sticking out on either side, right in the middle. Mr. krista has somehow managed to hit his leg into that metal at least a dozen times already. At least I have that to keep me entertained.
OK, off to dinner!