The adventures of a 1-star customer in a 4-star hotel...

I'm pretty sure we will never be invited back to the beautiful Adolphus. We went on a little getaway this weekend to downtown Dallas. We had to go to the Dallas area for my youngest brother Peter's playoff basketball game so we decided to make a getaway out of it! We found a great deal for this wonderful 4-star hotel on Expedia and hit the road for a much needed night away. We had a blast! However I do not believe the Adolphus had a blast with us. Perhaps my expectations were way high because I knew that it was a 4-star hotel. I am stalling. Here goes.

Before I crawl into any hotel bed I check the sheets and pillowcases. After watching a 20/20 expose on hotel filth I am extra paranoid. By the way, watching that was a big mistake. BIG mistake. As I am examining the pillowcases I notice little bitty blood stains and a long black hair. So I ask Mike to call and get us new pillowcases. Then I am examining the sheets and I notice some more little bitty bloodstains. I asked Mike to call and get new sheets. This very nice woman comes up to re-make our bed, and while she is doing so Mike looks down at his hand and notices a small cut on his finger that had obviously been bleeding. Needless to say he hid that hand until the gal was done making the bed. I felt horrible! In our defense though the black hair was definitely not ours...

I wish the story ended there, but it doesn't. The next morning I jumped out of bed to take a shower, started the shower water, and looked for a towel. I looked everywhere...in all of the closets, drawers, and all around the bathroom (which was the largest I had ever seen in a hotel). I could not find them anywhere! So I called housekeeping to ask for bath towels. 20 minutes came and went and still no towels. I was getting very frustrated. So I call again, and about 10 minutes later I had my towels. I started the water again and opened the shower curtain to step in, and what do you think I found hanging on TOWEL RACKS in the shower?? Yep, bath towels. Doesn't it figure?

I seriously doubt our invitation for another great night at The Adolphus is in the mail.