He lied about luxury. The receptionist gave me the club room, potentially the largest room in the hotel, but chopped it into quarters so that I was flanked by two guests. Strangers. I know, because I opened one of the doors and saw the other person’s clothes.
I felt like I was in the movies. I locked the doors and secured them with two extra chairs and pillows, each. Trust no one. The hotel delivered me an extra bed because all I had was a couch. The bed still hurt my back and there wasn’t bottled water to take Advil.
When a hotel runs out of space, don’t put your customers in a club room amid strangers and a dining table made for beer pong. I only wish that stayed in a Holiday Inn last night.