I stayed at one of those two story motels in the usual U-shape layout, about a year and a half ago outside San Francisco. Had an in-wall gas heater, you had to bang on the gas valve every hour or so to get the burner to light. Had leaky single pane double hung windows, wind blowing the curtains all night long. Sorry, Clive, but someone stole the TV, and there wasn't enough room for the table by the window, let alone a second bed. Just one bed and a furry overstuffed chair in the corner. The sink was hanging from chains, and the shower only got warm after about ten minutes, by which time the bathroom would be flooded, since the door had about a four inch gap at the bottom. The door to the room rattled with the wind and other people slamming doors. Women working the joint all night long, the "do not disturb" sign just made them knock more often. Cops in and out of the place all night long, usually they would just head right to a room and haul someone away, in and out in five minutes. I didn't want to know what was on the carpet, and kept my stuff on the table where the TV should have been, they had one of those little portable TVs for a replacement. Came back to the room early one afternoon after getting rained out, only to find water running out the door. Turns out someone on the second floor smashed their toilet and flooded their room, along with mine. Fortunately, the lock was so cheesy that I packed my stuff out every morning when I left, so my stuff didn't get soaked. They moved me to another room on the second floor, like they were doing me a big favor by giving me a different room. I moved to the joint across the street the following week, and that place made me appreciate this one!![]()