| We stayed at a horrible motel once in Seattle. There wasn't anything else available. There were burned impressions of a iron on the carpet, the sink was so stained, it sickened me.
I layed my shaw on the bed and pillow and cried myself to sleep. It was SO icky! Good thing we only had to spend one night but there was nothing else available.
In the morning my husband wanted to go down for their 'complimentary' breakfast. I had coffee...that was it.
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