My travel agent assured me it was a high-class hotel, and its lobby certainly put on airs. The more I looked into the details, however, the more I found its classiness to be only skin deep. It had exactly one exterior sign, and that was so tiny I drove past it three times before I noticed it. Its health club - which you had to pay thirty dollars a day to use - was on the other side of the lobby from the elevators, so that you had to traipse through all that ritziness in your sweaty clothes. The batroom was tiny, its sink was cracked, and there was no bathrobe to be had. This was a hotel for people who didn't really need a hotel, I guessed.
If you found this funny or interesting or helpful or whatever - or even if you hated it! - please consider donating and help more content to be Freely Offered.