Just look at the shape of the pelvis.

Actually, I think I can figure that out without asking

/and the maid service REALLY sucks

Review on Yahoo travel about this place. Sounds like a nightmare, even without the dead bodies you may run across:

Run-down dump
By Bob, 7/14/10

I made a non-refundable reservation for the place that I found on my GPS when on a trip with out seeing it. I had never really had a bad experience at a hotel before this time. I arrived and should have been wary when I walked into the cramped office and the first thing the host said was to ask if there was still an angry woman outside complaining about being ripped off. Well I got my room key and found the room and went inside. Fist the room lights did not work, second the door lock did not work from the inside, and third when I took off my shoes I found the carpeting to be soaked. I went outside and asked the only two other people that were staying there if things were ok in their rooms. One said that the ceiling was falling in and they were not staying, the other that it was a dump but they would stay for the night. While I know there was a no refund policy I fully expected one considering the condition of the place. She balked but when I said I would be writing a review of the place she relented and refunded half the charge.

could've been worse:

calbert: could've been worse:

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yup

Was it Room 1408?

Eurrrrgh.

He was reported missing... March 2011... and... I... I got nothing.

You should first ask yourself what kind of CLIENTELE the motel has when people have stayed there this whole time and nobody's reported the stench.

What do you expect for forty bucks a night?

*shudder*

Ed Finnerty: Was it Room 1408 237?

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calbert: could've been worse:

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First time ever I've said that I came here for this and leaving satisfied.

So I'll leave this instead; )

Maggie Estep: Scab Maids On Speed

My first job was when I was about 15. I had met
a girl named Hope who became my best friend. Hope and I were flunking math
class so we became speed freaks. This honed our algebra skills and we quickly
became whiz kids. For about 5 minutes. Then, our brains started to fry
and we were just teenage speed freaks.

Then, we decided to to seek gainful employment.

We got hired on as part time maids at the Holiday Inn while a maid strike
was happening. We were scab maids on speed and we were coming to clean
your room.

We were subsequently fired for pilfering a Holiday Inn guest's quaalude
stash which we did only because we never thought someone would have the
nerve to call the front desk and say; THE MAIDS STOLE MY LUUDES MAN. But
someone did - or so we surmised - because we were fired.

I supppose maybe we were fired because we never actually CLEANED but rather
just turned on the vacuum so it SOUNDED like we were cleaning as we picked
the pubic hairs off the sheets and out of the tub then passed out on the
bed and caught up on the sleep we'd missed from being up all night speeding.


When we got fired, we became waitresses at an International House of Pancakes.

dbrunker: No pictures of the Overlook hotel?
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Or Timberline Lodge, even.

This is something Tom Bodette would be super-mad over.

Do you know what's worse?

When stupid web designers make it so it redirects you to the mobile homepage instead of the article.