I have enjoyed staying at other Super 8’s, but this one was a disappointment. Nothing was especially clean: sticky floors, strange smells, and mysterious splatters on walls. Thin walls and clogged toilets left little to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.

I've often stayed at Super 8 motels, including one other one for this trip in May which was great. However, this one gave me a truly bad experience. It was 3 a.m. I had tried two other motels in the same area around 31st St off route 44 before this one. One of them had a filthy bed, the other had no hot water. I was so tired after driving for 12 hours. I waited 5 minutes in the lobby alone and finally a young man scuffled out. Without acknowledging me at first, he filled his cup with hot water or coffee from an urn in the lobby. Then he turned to me and said in the most discourteous manner, "Over there." He motioned to the front desk. Without so much as a hello or may I help you he then curtly said, "ID and credit card" - no please, no nothing. His sullen manner not withstanding, i gave these to him and asked whether I could first see the room before booking, which is my practice. He nodded and gave me a key. I checked and the room seemed fine. The rate was okay, not great, but ok. So I said I'd like to book it. He shoved a paper in front of me and said fill this out. It was a long form of required information, all of which was on my ID and card. I had had it. The woman at the hotel prior to this one, the one with no hot water, had at least had the courtesy to offer to fill it out. "I'm not filling this out," I said. I am exhausted, and all the information is on my card. I can fill out the info for the car, but you need to fill out the rest of the information on this." "Forget it," was the response. "You fill it out!" "I am very very tired, I just need to sleep," I begged. "You have to fill this out!" he yelled. "What is your name," I demanded. "None of your business," he yelled. , "I think the owner of this hotel would be interested in knowing how you treat its late night customers." "Right, since it's my uncle, I don't think you'd get anywhere," he scoffed, waving his head arrogantly. "Ma'am," this kid who was younger than my youngest son said, "I'm going to have to ask you to leave." "You bet that I am going," i said, "but I will let your uncle know about this, I can promise you." "Get Lost," was his final, gracious comment. I placed my cards wearily back into my wallet, repeating his words, "Get lost, get lost, okay, since you say so, I am going to get lost!" and i left, wandering around in a strange city truly lost, trying to find a decent hotel. I considered sleeping in my car. Several other hotels had very old rooms which smelled like smoke despite my needing a non-smoking room. It's true that I was temporarily inconvenienced by this event, however I have to be thankful that this was a unique experience for me while traveling through OK, where the people are friendly, hospitable and kind for the most part. IT does seem that Tulsa could use some quality budget/intermediate hotels so that folks don't have to go to the Doubletree or the Crowne Plaza for a good night's rest.