This mom and pop establishment was writ up favorably in guidebooks and articles as a clean and inexpensive choice for those seeking vintage accommodations along US 41. They even had a shuffleboard court.
The first sign that something was amiss was the bullet-proof window between the receptionist and the traveller. A rate card tucked into the bedroom mirror listed prices as of 2003 – which were a good 25% higher than the current rate. The roaches in the bathroom didn’t ease our mind, and neither did the bloodstains on the boxspring nor the mysterious crust on the bathtowels. We stood there a few minutes wondering if we could really allow our bodies to lay on those beds. It didn’t take long for us to decide to cut our losses and run for the nearest chain.
On the scales of traveling justice, their no-refund policy was soundly trumped by our no-vermin policy. It was a costly lesson but good for a few pictures and a rollicking story-cum-cautionary tale.