The front desk clerk was standing at the front door like a bouncer, which was a little off-putting to start with. There was a dank smell that permeated the lobby and the hallways. The first room I was given had a door lock that was out of batteries (totally fine, totally excusable). In lieu of the first room I was reassigned to one on the lower floor. Sadly, this room left little in the ways of redemption as far as my opinion of the establishment goes. There was a desk with no chair, a TV that barely worked (depending on which volume button you pressed, it might shut off), the TV had no remote, the outlets in the room were poorly placed in relation to the bed, there were no secondary outlets (such as a lamp that you might plug into), the WiFi was weak, but then again I may have been tapped into another nearby hotel’s signal since the name of it was ‘Red Roof Inn WiFi’, the bed had two very thin and insubstantial pillows (I requested and received 2 more from the front desk), and lastly the sheets had brown stains in them. I could tell they were freshly laundered, but at the same time it still kind of skeeved me out. One redeeming factor was the plastic wrapped mattress. I’d had an experience with bedbugs years ago that keeps me cautious, but when checking the bed itself there were no issues. The mattress was also nice and firm, and ultimately the whole reason for needing a hotel room was to have somewhere to sleep.