The Travelodge bed sucks. Feels like I'm sleeping on a trampoline where you roll into the center, except with springs poking me.
The 1970's remote control for the crap TV is bolted to the nightstand, and on the wrong side of the nightstand.
Wish there were another hotel nearby. This was just a block away from the mechanic and I figured it'd work.
At least I have GPRS net access to keep me entertained.