There was utdated, dangerous furniture (e.g. nails sticking out of furniture, holes in the floor covered by carpet) to start. There were rodents in our room! We caught a mouse that got into a grocery bag I brought with us that was filled with food. We brought it to the night attendant, who offered to knock $20 off of the room, rather than comp us. He was rude and offensive, telling my husband to "use his brain." The place stunk to high heaven (smoke, urine and God knows what else). The rooms were dirty and the doors were unsafe, with locks that looked like they had been broken into several times (and we stayed in three different rooms over two days, hoping it would get better...we were stupid). There were rude, drunken guests yelling and screaming at 5am. They were not addressed by staff.

All in all it was the absolute, hands-down worst motel stay of my life.

We had guaranteed reservations at a different hotel. Upon arrival after a long day motorcycling, we're informed that due to a computer glitch they lost our reservation and we're out of luck because the whole town is booked solid. But *luckily* the desk clerk's sister manages the Town House Motel and she has a couple rooms left for the same price as our reserved room.

We arrive at the Town House, and it's your standard one-story motel from the 1940s or so where you can park right in front of your room. It's directly on the main drag of town, but there's little traffic after dark, so it was acceptably quiet. $100/night got us a double bed, bathroom with shower stall, and a small fridge. The exterior doors of the room are hollow core interior doors, so if you struggle with feelings of security, don't stay here. The rooms clearly have not been renovated for at least 30 years, the bathrooms longer than that (pink tile from the 1950s.)

But the decor wasn't really the issue. It was the grubbiness and rattiness of the bed linens, towels, and carpeting. That shag carpeting was so old dirty and matted it felt like rubber under my feet. I wouldn't take my socks off, and after a short while they were black on the bottom. I suppose it was kind of comical to watch me hopping out of the shower directly into my high heels so I wouldn't have to touch my bare feet to that grubby carpet.

A room like that should never really be rented - and certainly not for any $100/night. But we were between a rock and a hard place, and were certainly taken advantage of. Bleh! Avoid this one at all costs if you can!