Hotel Columbus

There are matters that defy description, and then there is a hotel in Columbus, Ohio. Normally one must leave the country to find this level of hygenic neglect. Like Sri Lanka.

Here’s a photo amalgam from the trip:

Might be blood in my hotel room. I hope.
Might be blood in my hotel room. I hope.

Fire door minus a few parts
Fire door minus a few parts.

Look! The missing parts
Look! The missing parts!

Lackluster beaver
Lackluster beaver

Pray for less filth next time
Pray for less filth, Bubba.

Now that's good reading
Now that’s good reading. Hands and shirt by clerk.

9 thoughts on “Hotel Columbus

  • July 18, 2006 at 9:32 pm
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    That’s a fine looking magazine. Did you happen to see the review I posted on my website today?

    Nice beaver shot, too. There used to be one in the pond on Kathryn’s sister’s farm, but apparently it blocked up a culvert, flooded a road, and they had to trap it and move it.

  • July 19, 2006 at 9:24 am
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    Ah the sights you can see along America’s roads.

    One thing I have learned about driving is that when choosing a hotel/motel to stop at, always choose the one with more cars in the parking lot. If it doesn’t have many cars or trucks there is probably a reason.

  • July 19, 2006 at 4:06 pm
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    Ian, yep I saw the review. Good stuff. To the first of many.

  • July 19, 2006 at 4:16 pm
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    Jaysen, very true. Two cut rate places bordered our “Comfort Suites Inn”, ensuring a wild time. Perhaps the residents of those establishments smashed the window in the hallway near the busted fire door. Damn and I forgot to post that pic.

    Acting on your advice, I pulled the covers all the way back before diving into bed. No cigarettes or body fluids. The door was open when we first arrived, so the Wife waited in the hall whilst I checked for signs of a drug deal gone askew.

  • July 21, 2006 at 10:22 am
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    mmmmm, much nicer than the roach-infested fleabag the airline put me in overnight @ JFK.

  • July 22, 2006 at 10:00 am
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    Rutreau man, the only thing this place was missing was roaches. First light, I showered in flip flops and swimming trunks and checked the hell out.

    I will never set foot in that town again.

  • July 22, 2006 at 10:14 am
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    I start to itch just thinking about that motel. Have a good what’s left of the trip. Stay out of trouble. Watch out for them dayum yankees.

  • July 23, 2006 at 8:39 am
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    Rutreau, weren’t you a Jersey boy once? Yankee, indeed.

  • July 23, 2006 at 9:22 am
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    Indeed. Complete with the view of the New York City Skyline.

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