I have a colleague who jokes that to her, camping means any hotel rated less than two stars. Well. All I have to say is that if the hotel I’m staying in right now really is three stars, then to me, anything less than four stars is camping.
I believe that someone may have met her demise in this very room. To support this claim, I submit the follow three pieces of evidence:
Um, yeah. Does it look to you like someone gouged into the room with a screwdriver? Thought so.
And the damaged headboard…really don’t want to guess what happened there.
And is that blood!?!?
Gouges around lock on door, smashed headboard, and BLOOD!?!? *Shudder* I rest my case.
This is the Comfort Inn Downtown/Historic Area, Philadelphia, PA. Cannot recommend. If this is three stars, I’d rather camp. In any tent.