And when we pull in, I know this is not going to be good. The
outside of the hotel looks run down and just saggy….all the other hotels around it are looking a lot better, but here we are…..and when you walk into the lobby….oh, the smell of smoke. And the lack of masks in there even though all the sites say that they’re having enhanced cleaning and extra precaution because of COVID. All the signs in the hotel say that there’s no smoking in it or the rooms either, but that doesn’t seem to be stopping anyone. I have the kids in the car
with me and we head across the road to Menards to get Clorox wipes, because the container in my car is empty. While I’m there, Steph calls to say that she can’t stay in the room that they just checked in to because of the smell of smoke and the door that has obviously been kicked in at some point. I come back to find John still checking in for our 3 rooms that we had booked in the world’s slowest check in line. I tell him about the smell of smoke and he hands me the first key card for Dave and I to inspect this room. We get up to the 3rd floor and go in, it’s not the greatest hotel room, but there are no bed bugs and is
serviceable for two nights. You
can smell the smoke, but it doesn’t seem like it will make it unlivable. But there has obviously not been any “enhanced
cleaning” and we’re going to need the jumbo Clorox wipes to make it
livable. We get the other two keys and
the rooms on either side are the same, livable, but not what we were expecting
for sure. Mark is able to ask for a
change in Jose’s room to a room on the second floor that is again, serviceable. And while I would totally be bummed, but
resigned if it were me and John and Oscar, I’m horrified that I have booked
these rooms for all of my friends. WYNDHAM is on the freaking name and I’m already thinking of the reviews for booking.com and Wyndham as we continue to clean with Clorox wipes and get stuff out of the cars. Dave, Steph and I head down the street to Walmart, because even though breakfast is in the offering when you’re booking this hotel and every other hotel we’ve stayed at since COVID had it, this one does not do breakfast anymore. We get snacks, the worst card game in the universe (since 3
college professors can’t understand the instructions) and drinks. Because drinking heavily might be the only way to get through this situation. Even the Walmart looks like something has happened like a natural disaster. There are people buying bottled water like Flint is pumping their water down here to Warren and aisles like bedding that have nothing on the shelves, but two comforters….what the hell has happened here? The Menards looked normal enough when I went through
there, but scan and go lines are 30 people deep and the
lines with checkers are even longer. So,
we screw up their flow even worse by having to get approved to buy
alcohol. Steph and I don’t get a second
glance from the woman for our ages, but she asks Dave if he’s sure he’s in the
age range….we get out of there and everyone is clustered in our room. I
think fear of the place has driven us to band together for everything but
showers and sleep. We realize that we’ll
never play this card game, drink some of the ton of alcohol and eat a few of
the mountain of snacks we’ve brought in.
If we’ve determined that we’re only going to sleep in these rooms, we
really don’t need the cartload of groceries we just brought in….and what did we
not get? Febreeze, essential oils,
incense, candles, or anything that would make these rooms smell better. Were we insane when we were in that Walmart? We got cookies with frosting on them, but no
air freshener. The upside of the smell
of the hotel is that everyone thinks my lavender hand sanitizer is like heaven
when I spray it. We should just spray
that all over the room and layer the Clorox wipes over it all…..
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