Racial tension with Hispanic in parking lot who told his son to put garbage on my car. I handed it back to the Father who looked like he wanted to kill me. He later tried to intimidate me by staring at me from his truck while I packed the car.

My first room had a strong smell of urine coming from corner of the room and from the bedspread. I called and was immediately moved (we had to repack first).

The second room was wet all around the A/C and had a resident cricket, which we had to toss out. The door looked like it had been jimmied at some point in time, and the deadbolt was hard to use because of it.

The highway noice combined with the train across the street (that went by at least 6 times during the night) made it hard to sleep even with ear plugs.