I am 66 years old and have been travelling on my own for well more than 40 years. I hope I’m not guilty of hyperbole here: this was one of the five worst sleeping experiences I have had in a major chain hotel, and one of the worst I have had in any setting. Right to the point, we were short-sheeted. We couldn’t figure out at first what had happened. By 4:00 a.m. it was obvious. Someone had put a fitted queen-size sheet onto a king-size bed. My female companion said it best: “This (bleep)ing bed. I hate it!” It was truly awful. Complimentary breakfast was, however, very good.