Shannon L.
Yelp
It's clear to me that some of y'alls standards are exceptionally low.
Two words: THE GHETTO. I have no reason AT ALL to believe this hotel is adhering to any special COVID cleanliness regimen. Hell, they aren't even adhering to BASIC standards of cleanliness, so aint no way in hell I'm buying that they've adopted a special COVID regimen. It's gross negligence at its finest. It's giving very much COVID lawsuit in the making. Hotel Indigo, here's the memo: no two-bit COVID waiver you write and compel guests to sign under duress--and no two-bit warning sign you post on, about, or throughout the premises--is going to insulate you from civil liability related to your gross negligence.
The strikes began accruing before I even went up to my room. I paid for their "daily parking package." You would think that includes the ability to come and go each day without any additional charges, right? WRONG, sunshine. You pay them a daily parking fee, PLUS $5+ PER EXIT (i.e., the parking you're paying for in their "parking package" does NOT include the right to go in and out). These fun facts were masked behind the following concept at the bottom of the reservation confirmation email: "Additional taxes and charges may apply." Instead of hiding the exit fees behind that concept and then surprising me at check-in , they should've just been upfront and unambiguous about it during the reservation process; I would've respected that more and I probably wouldn't have had an issue with it. Strike 1.
Next up on the fun train was the room. I entered the first room and it was DISGUSTING. Someone's hairs were ALL OVER THE BED AND AT LEAST ONE OF THE PILLOWS WAS COVERED IN HAIRS!!! The bed was giving disheveled; it was giving: housekeeping came in, fluffed the pillows, and pulled the sheets back onto the bed after the last person rolled out of it. So gross. And, mind you, all this during a surge in COVID cases around the nation. Hard to believe she had the nerve--the unmitigated gall--to prop that card up on them pillows and sign her name to it, cuz GURL!!! GWORL!! Strikes 2 and 3.
Next stop: the restaurant downstairs. What can I say--I'm a glutton for punishment. I seat myself. Two guys bring me water. They were nice enough. My thing is: a CRITTER suddenly appeared on the wall in front of me and it began scooting up the wall. At this point, I'm sure I'm giving diva vibes, but I promise you I am not a diva. Critters in a dining establishment should be a problem for everyone. I brought the critter to one of the bartenders' attn. After some whispers amongst themselves behind the bar, one of the guys quietly walked over and snatched the critter off the wall with a tissue and walked back behind the bar. What awaits me tonight in that bed, I thought? Do I need to go out and buy a great big bottle of OFF bug spray??!? God help me? Strikes 4-6.
The second room was even more disgusting than the first, though, at first blush, it appeared neater and I didn't immediately locate any hairs on the bed. I pulled out my laptop, took to the desk and started working on stuff for work. Several hours go by. I got tired so I went to take a shower. Upon opening the shower door a mild odor of vinegar whacked me in the face. Disgusting. I was giving the shower the once over when I noticed something black sticking up against the wall at the shower drain just as I was about to turn the water on. After my experience down at the restaurant, I thought it might be a critter so I took off my sandal and got ready to go to war. I grabbed my glasses. As I got closer, however, I discovered it was hair! GLOBS OF IT. GLOBS AND GLOBS AND GLOBS OF PUBIC HAIR, LEG SHAVINGS I IMAGINE, AND HAIR FROM PEOPLE'S HEADS ALL JAMMED INTO GLOBS AND SITTING THERE CLEARLY VISIBLE IN AND ON THE SHOWER DRAIN (see attached photos and video). WHY Sway?!?! GURL!!! I put on and RUINED my Nike slides while I showered because there was NO WAY IN HELL I was stepping in there with my bare feet. Aint no mo strikes to give - I am tf DONE.
At this point, I was extraordinarily disgusted and wanted to call it quits and flee like a refugee to the nearest non-Marrriot HOTEL. At 2am, though, that wasn't realistically happening. Plus, the hotels in the area seemed on par with this one, so I considered that I might be trading one hell-hold for another. Appreciating that I was going to have to tough it out in the SLUMS that is this MOTEL, II pulled back the sheets to lay some of the bath towels down where I was going to lay (since I'd come to the reasonable conclusion that there AINT NO CLEANLINESS STANDARDS HERE) and BOOM BOOM POW kiddo: you guessed it--MORE F'N HAIR!!!! This time, a long one. I remind you all that i am currently BALD!!!!!!! To wit: none of this hair came off of my person, so that's not going to be a viable excuse Hotel Indigo, and I will read you for FILTH.
Never again! Just find the nearest NON-Marriot HOTEL and run like hell from this place!