room? Meh—standard Motel 6 fare. Bed, shower, four walls—check. But if you're looking for peace and quiet, this place ain't it. From the moment I checked in, it felt like I had front-row seats to a three-ring circus.
Kids were running wild in the parking lot like recess never ended. Dogs were barking next door like they were auditioning for America's Got Talent. And a couple across the way decided their argument couldn’t wait, so they graciously broadcast it to the entire motel like it was prime-time drama.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get more chaotic—plot twist—three police cars showed up, sirens blazing, to arrest someone in the room directly below mine. At that point, I wasn’t sure if I’d booked a room or landed in an episode of Cops.
Naturally, I tried talking to the front desk. Maybe a different room? A late checkout to make up for the insanity? Nope. Nada. Zilch. They were about as helpful as a screen door on a submarine. “Checkout is at 11,” they said. No wiggle room. I found that out when a security guard was at my door at 11:04—knocking like I’d robbed the place.
This place treats checkout like it’s a government operation. Zero grace, zero chill.
Bottom line: next time, I’m spending a few extra bucks somewhere else. A lot of nearby spots are the same price—yeah, you pay a deposit, but you get it back. And in exchange, you get peace, quiet, and the luxury of not feeling like you’re stuck in a low-budget action movie. Worth it.