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Showing posts with label Cheap Motel Rooms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cheap Motel Rooms. Show all posts

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Hollywood Inn Express...Motel twist on room service! Sex on demand!

More than free breakfast at Hollywood Inn Express!






After a strenuous few all-nighters reporting on the Royal Wedding, and scrambled for two days to stay on top of the breaking news about the Osama bin Laden stealth mission that resulted in the terrorist's death (?), I was finally too popped to participate.

So, I plopped down on the comfy king size bed at my Motel, and slipped off into dreamland.

Suddenly, as I lay deep in slumber, a disturbance shook me from my peaceful state..

As I started to reach waking consciousness, I glanced in the direction of the door, and was startled to spy a man standing there!

As I quickly collected my thoughts in a concerted effort to free a fog hanging over my head, the unidentified male proceeded to strike up a conversation.

"Did you want fresh towels?"

OMG!

The male maid assigned to my Motel room just breezed in without knocking first.

I nodded in the affirmative as I proceeded to pull myself together

Within minutes, the Motel employee was back quizzing me once again.

"Are you single?"

Say what?

Not to be rude, I noted that I was.

But, it struck me a second later that I should not be having this bizarre dialogue with a total stranger hired to service the room, not me!

Before I could get my wits about me, the Latino male hit me with another question.

"Why?"

I quickly noted that I hadn't met the right person, then proceeded to wave him off.

"Thank you for the towels," I responded in a stem dismissive voice.

In all the years I have been a guest at Hotels, I've never experienced this kind of inappropriate intrusive conduct by a maid or any other employee.

I suppose it's to be expected at a Motel where graphic pornos are broadcast on the TV 24.7.

The fact that there wasn't any Gideon's Bible in the drawer  of the night desk should have tipped me off, too.

In the future, I guess I'll have to place the chain over the Motel room door before I take a nap, or at least double-latch it from inside to prevent unwanted advances from male (or female) maids.

I suppose if I post a review on Orbitz - with a detailed account of the incident - there will be a non-stop avalanche of bookings at the Motel

Don't forget your rubbers!

http://www.thetattler.biz




Coffee, tea, or me at Hollywood Inn!

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Gold Spike...impotent Security Guard Brian Wills harasses Guests! Weasel lies to protect self!




Spike got a "face-lift" but ironically toilets still clog with shit!
(curb appeal on the cheap! cheap! cheap!)



Today, an impotent security guard - in a rinky-dink money suit - stepped into a heap-load of sh** when he harassed and discriminated against a guest in the Gold Spike Hotel in Las Vegas.

You know the type - a pig-headed loser who couldn't make the Police force dons a uniform with a gun packed in the holster to bolster his manhood - then proceeds to strut around like he has a big-swinging dick and the right to abuse the power vested in him by dim-witted Management at the Hotel who don't have a clue about the potenital liability of having a yahoo on the payroll.

A case in point.

Shortly after a guest exited the lobby for a jaunt over to the pool for a late-afternoon dip, a security guard by the name of - Brian Wills - stepped out of some bushes (!!!) and - in a threatening mean-spirited way - barked at the paying guest that he "couldn't go back there" (to the pool area).

Why, pray tell?

The lughead, with all the personality of a worm, didn't cite any reason - which infers from the get-go - that the Officer was openly discriminating on a whim.

Assholes, tend to do that, 'ya know?

Just maybe, he was jealous of the guest's cool shades?

Because the guest's lodging fees included use of the pool, Brian Wills' attempt to turn-back the individual, amounted to a denial of their right to access and privileges promised by the owners and management of the hotel when the room was booked (and paid for in full).

When the guest (aware that the Security Guard suffered from a low IQ) noticed that Wills was prone to over-step his bounds - and act out-of-line - he proceeded to politely inform the security guard that he was a registered guest at the Hotel.

The guard, realizing his fatal mistake, did a double-take in shock.

Ooops!

But, instead of taking the guest at his word (hadn't he eaten enough crow already?), he rudely demanded that the well-known celebrity guest show his key.

But, get this, the shocking misconduct persisted.

Instead of accepting the key as proof positive, he angrily asked for the suite number, after-the-fact.

Once again, the guest was able to provide the information at lightning speed - which would have satisfied any secruity guard - with an ounce of intelligence.

But the stupidity continued, when the slack-jawed bozo demanded the guest's name, too!

All efforts to block the guest's right to enter were snuffed out in one fell swoop by the intelligent, quick-thinking of the insightful guest - who had his number, just betcha - since the first moment the trigger-happy psycho's sorry carcass strolled onto the terrain.

But, the drama was far from over, as the wounded security guard emotionally-charged-up with anger and retaliatory thoughts swimming inside his ugly head, plottted to win at all cost to save face.

For instance, shortly after the guest arrived at the bar at the rear of the pool area, the security guard - who now appeared to be stalking him - appeared from behind and shouted in a loud voice so the poolside revellers  in the immediate vicinity could hear:

"You've got shit on the back of  your pants. You have to go clean up."

Talk about rude and insulting.

If you ask me, the security guard's defamatory remarks, are sufficient grounds for compensatory and punitive damages in a local Civil Court.

That's what happens when a Hotel hires a piece of white trash without one well-mannered, educated, or classy bone, in their entire fat frame.

Notwithstanding, some of bizarre conduct, begs an obvious question.

Why was Brian Wills checking out the guest's ass?

Secondly, the allegation was ridiculous.

The fashion-savvy guest was wearing acid-dyed jeans - a fabric design idea - that often creates "patches" of discoloration on the surface (and even the interior) of the garment.

What an idiot!

I expect he wears fruit-of-the-lumes with urine stains on the crotch!

The wild accusation was just an outrageous shoddy ploy to embarrass and humiliate the guest in front of a patio packed with revellers who were now gazing on in shock and disbelief.

At this point, Wills had the audacity to shout at the guest:

"Go get yourself cleaned up or change your pants."

In view of the fact other guests were in - shorts, flimsy-bikini-briefs, and an odd-assortment of fashions current and out-of-favor- the notion that the guest should change his pants for a security guard who didn't know his ass from a hole in the ground was an absurd notion.

Because the allegations were confusing - and bizarre - the guest went up to their room to take a backward's glance at the "ass" of the slacks in the mirror to fathom what the fuss was all about.

Nothing out of the unusual.

As aforementioned, some blotched areas - on the jeans when they were originally purchased - were subtly noticeable as usual.

At this juncture, the guest tried an experiment.

He splashed water on the area the guard complained about - but, no sir - the patters ingrained in the jeans were not about to "wash out" so easily.

The guest proceeded to Video-tape the jeans so there would be evidence to support his claims in the event a lawsuit is filed for damages.

So there, Wills!

Obviously, the demented guard - with poor sight, perhaps? - jumped-the-gun and came to the wrong conclusion.

Or, was he just desperately trying to find an excuse, in a deceitful effort to try to substantiate his outrageous conduct - and ultimately - "weasle" out of his gross error in judgment?

When the guest stopped down at the front desk to file a complaint with the Supervisor, the rogue Security Guard trotted up - got in the victim's face - and tried to bully him further.

In no uncertain terms, the guest reiterated in front of witnesses standing in the lobby, that Officer Brian Wills decided at first glance that the guest "did not belong" there and - contrary to the guard's false statements - tried to deny him access "because he had the authority" (but no legitimate cause) to do so.

The officer engaged in the discriminatory conduct before he even "checked-out" the guest's ass.

A pretty, firm one, if 'ya ask moi!

Maybe the guest should file a formal complaint for sexual harrassment and stalking against that security guard?

After all, judging by what I witnessed, that Brian Wills is a perverted demented piece of work.

At this point, the supervisor instructed Mr. Wills to back off, so he could have a meaningful discussion about the disturbing incident without interruption, in order to properly address the sick behaviour of the security guard who obviously needs therapy.

Frankly, in my estimation, Brian Wills poses a threat to the guests and the casino-going throngs as well who frequent the Spike.

"Rotundo" (the guard in charge that evening) apologized - extended his hand - and tried to calm the waters.

However, it was pretty obvious that he was anxious for the incident to go no farther.

Golly, wonder why?

Unfortunately for the guard, the guest requested a complaint form so that a full investigation could be pursued with vigor.

Officer Brian Wills, after all, demonstrated today that he lacks sound judgment, abuses his power, openly provokes and harasses hotel guests without povocation at whim, and - in the final analysis - has a sick  meanstreak that not only makes him unfit for the job but in emergency need of psychological counselling.

He's a loose cannon about to go off!

Personally, I was flabberghasted by what went down, especially in view of the fact the individual in question was a well-known celebrity around the globe!

Does Brian Wills have his head so far up his sloppy butt-hole, that he doesn't know what's going on in celebrity-filled Vegas on a daily basis all around him?

Las Vegas residents and businesses have been moaning and groaning about a lack of business in recent days.

No wonder, Brian Wills and his merry gang of thugs are scaring them all away.

A pleasant-young desk clerk (by the name of "Tara") - who expressed dismay and sorrow over the unfortunate incident - assured the guest that if he dropped by the office the following morning that the Hotel Manager would not only lend a sympathetic ear - but also - take swift appropriate action against Brian Wills for his misconduct, wrongful discriminatory acts, and open harassment of the guest in Violation of his rights.

Ironically, just this morning, I posted a glowing review of the Spike Hotel, encouraging guests to book into this boutique-style gem.

Post: 07/10/10

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2010/07/gold-spikevegas-update-affordable.html

Now, I have to take pause to consider one glaring truth.

Until Officer Brian Wills is removed from Security Guard detail at the Spike Hotel, perhaps guests intending to book a room in the near future, should move on to lodging where security guards have taken an oath to protect and keep safe guests and not discriminate, harass, and violate their rights as Officer Brian Wills is inclined to do.

News at 11!




 


Brian Wills attended rinky-dink Security Guard School!


Saturday, June 5, 2010

Motel 6...Vegas fraud & breach of agreement! WiFi access a scam to lure guests...




Motel 6 on Tropicana Blvd in Vegas commits fraud!

 



When tourists, business-men and travelers in general book a room on the Internet, they generally choose a Motel or Hotel that offers either free WiFi or access at low-ball rates.

In an effort to lure customers, Motel 6 promises WiFi access at $2.99 for a twenty-four hour period.

Sound too good to be true?

It is!

Motel 6 owners have been caught in the act of making fraudulent representations - which have not only resulted in a rip-off to consumers - but managed to tarnish their name and reputation in the process.

Because of their deceptive and deceitful business practices, there may may be a class-action lawsuit against Motel 6 for fraud, breach of agreement, false advertising,, etc.

On Friday June 4th, for instance, guests checked into the Motel 6 at the Tropicana Blvd location in Las Vegas, and paid for WiFi service in full expecting 24 hour service.

Within an hour or two, motel guests were startled to be “cut off” the WiFi connection by virtue of a dialogue box that stated the session was over.

How could that be?

If an individual bought twenty-four hour service at 3 p.m. in the afternoon, wouldn’t their WiFi connection be good until at least check out the following day at 11 a.m.?

Are the employees so stupid at Motel 6 that they can't perform simple mathematics?

It would appear that they have any IQ of about 2!

After-the-fact, the Staff proceeded to give guests the run-around when the complaints starting lighting up the switchboard.

“We’re checking with our tech guy right now,” a front desk clerk promised.

“Check back in ten minutes," another chirped up.

In twenty minutes (one guest gave a little breathing room) there were empty excuses.

“We’re waiting to hear back from them,” a manager asserted with a touch of doubt in his voice.

Thirty minutes later?

Still, a no-go!

Around 11: 15 p.m. - when the connection (though paid in full in advance) was not up and running - a guest called down to the Motel's front desk once again.

“Oh, we can’t provide any service tonight,” a foggy-headed gal  stated matter-of-fact without stating why or offering up clues as to when the service would be available once again phe er the legally binding terms of the WiFi agreement.

Quite a few guests were pi**ed because work they brought along to complete while relaxing at the Motel in the midst of a tropical heat wave in Las Vegas, was left unfinished due to the unscrupulous fraudulent conduct of staff at Motel 6.

Bottom line?

What is a guest supposed to do - check out and go to another Hotel? - or traipse around the city with the hope of finding WiFi service down the street somewhere in the jungle that is the Vegas strip?

Consequently, Motel 6 should be avoided at all costs, unless you don’t mind your holiday plans going down the tubes because dishonest inn-keepers at Motel 6 are falsely representing services that they never intended to make good on once the  credit cards were billed and charged and guests were firmly ensconced in their rooms.

Rating

Motel 6 is a plague upon America and should be avoided at all cost.

Shame!
http://www.thetattler.biz

Friday, June 4, 2010

Motel 6...Vegas lodgings at Tropicana suck! Staff prejudiced against whites!





The Motel 6 just down the road a hop-and-a-skip from the MGM Grand on Tropicana Boulevard is deceiving from the outside on the busy Vegas street.

When tourists drive by - or even take a gander at the publicity still on the Internet - the impression potential guests get is that the Motel is a comfy little Inn with a handful of quaint suites.

Not!

One tourist got the shock of their life when they made a reservation, and over forty-five minutes later, found themselves still stumbling around an asphalt lot on a sizzling hot day in the middle of a Vegas heat wave in search of what appeared to be a non-existent room!

When the exhausted dehydrated guest approached a couple of security guards for directions, they were clueless - too - about where the lodgings were located on the premises!

"There," one rotund uniformed guard beckoned, as he struggled to communicate in English.

Uh-huh!

A second nightmare began.

None of the maids, pool boys, or general staff, appeared to be able to speak English!

Subsequently, the frustrated guest was sent on wild-goose chases here-there-and-everywhere all around the sprawling motel property because of misguided fingers.

A legal immigrant is required to demonstrate a facility with the first language of the Nation, which - in this instant case - is English.

Am I to assume this workers are illegal and undocumented?

If so, send in ICE!

As it turns out, there are approximately 600 suites at the Motel 6 location, just off the strip on Tropicana Blvd.

In spite of that staggering detail, staff at the front desk persist with the silliest (stupidist) methods of directing the Hotel traffic.

For example, a staffer might instruct a guest to walk in a straight line down to Coco's along the Boulevard, pass two palm trees (!) - then, make a left - and head down to the designated building number which is usually obscured or not clearly marked.

To complicate matters, there was another mini-sized Motel - the American? - squeezed in-between the two Motel 6 properties.

The wacko staff differentiate the two by the color of the door (green or blue).

God forbid a tourist should trot back to the front desk and ask for an escort to locate the suite.

In fact, it has not escaped the attention of many, that the front desk clerks (mostly African-American) appear to be prejudiced against white folks!

If a lilly-white guest asks for a room fronting on the pool, the nasty clerks quickly note they just gave the last suite away, with a smirk on their face.

Although a middle-aged caucasion business-man was lost and frustrated, no one on duty showed much sympathy or compassion for the "paying guest".

And, forget about service with a smile!

It has gone by way of the dinosaur at Motel 6.

Finally, one Latino employee, offered to accompany the guest to their room - probably because the couldn't help but notice that the lodger was getting angrier by the moment - and about to blow his top.

A snotty young gal - about twenty-something - was quick to bill a credit card for an access fee for WiFi.

But, guess what?

After the guest trotted off to their room, and attempted to log on, he discovered she neglected (!) to provide the guest with the code!

Intentional?

Just betcha!

C**t!

Needless to say, Motel 6 on Tropicana Boulevard in Las Vegas - even if you're desperate and there is no room at the Inn elsewhere - should be avoided like the plague.

You'd be better off sleeping on a park bench!

Americans should put their foot down - especially in respect to racist attitudes among blacks - and just say "no".

Amen!


 
Motel 6 skewered view of whites!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Las Vegas...cheap rooms! Summer of 1969 celebrations! Tropical heat wave...





As I breezed through the last stretch of the Mojave Desert and spied Las Vegas - a dazzling gem sparkling in the mid-day sun ahead - I was suddenly hit smack dab in the face with a tropical heat wave.

Whew!

I should have packed a cooler of Marguerite's!

No matter.

Soon, I would be firmly ensconced in my cheapie hotel room ($10 bucks a night!) and ready to take the big splash 'round town.

Sin-city lovers are trickling into town to catch the "Summer of 1969" celebrations underway at the downtown Freemont Street experience.

And, there's a bowling convention!

I expect Big Lebowski fans will be chomping at the bit to score a lucky strike on the lanes in the event they strike out at the slots!

I roared up to the Hotel a bit shy of check-in - at which point - the desk clerk informed me that my room was not ready.

So, I sauntered off to take in a few of the eye-catching sights.

As it turned out, Lady Luck was smiling on me right from the get-go.

When I called the newly-renovated Hotel about an hour later - the clerk noted that although a single room I requested was not made up yet - I was welcome to an upgrade (free of charge).

Would I mind a double-room with two Queen-size beds?

Heck, no!

The wheels started turning inside my mischievous little head.

I'd invite a couple of my friends over for a pajama party!

A few cocktails - and a pillow fight or two later - we'd head out on the town!

Of course, I'd have to dash into Mermaids for a deep-fried oreo or two.

And, line up for the scrumptious buffet offered up each evening at the Sahara, just a hop-and-skip away.

Maybe I'll take in - "The Lion King" - a big hit here right now in the desert playground.

I'll keep you posted, fer sure!




 
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