I don't think I can fully describe how awful this place was, how dreadful the service was, or how hellish the entire experience was. I truly think I'd rather spend the night in a bus station.

I was on an extended business trip to 22 cities in 16 states. That's a lot of motels. One of those cities was, unfortunately, Wilkes-Barre. We arrived at their Ramada on the afternoon of March 16th. The doors opened to an acrid cloud of cigarette smoke and the stench stale beer. We waded across the lobby through a lake of Bud Lite (the rug sloshed beneath our feet) and a crowd of loud drunks, so thick that it literally took us about 10 minutes of elbowing and having beer spilled upon us before we were able to reach the front desk, which was littered with half emptied plastic cups and beer bottles.

It was a little difficult to communicate with the clerk, who had difficulty hearing me over the music and the shouting. He gave me my card key and I began a slow journey to... more