It started great, with a friendly lady at the desk. The suite was roomy, but a bathroom door was wedged open—it would not move or close. The doors to a bedroom did not close right, and other areas looked worn, stained, with holes and in need of maintenance. One sink and tub didn’t drain well. I told the front desk very kindly the next morning. I was told maintenance didn’t work on the weekends but she’d call and let me know. No one came and I never heard from them again. The second night there was a child or someone running above me, I think, after midnight for quite some time. I tried the front desk and no one answered, so I tried pounding on the wall but not sure that did anything. I’m guessing my room has been a great place for oilfield workers to crash.
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