The Masters Inn Experience

UPDATE to Something Smells Rotten in Columbia, SC post from my DH:

“So here’s the outline of this sh*thole. Upon parking our car, the domestic was over the ownership of their minivan. I was determining at which step I have to step in and stop it if things go south and it becomes physically abusive.

There was a Hispanic looking gentlemen that appeared to be dealing drugs out of his room. Lastly, there appeared to be a woman that was soliciting sex as well. Though I cannot confirm because, well, she slightly scared me.

The rooms smelled like Johnny-bag-o-urine got beat up in them. There was urine on the toilet seats, mold in the tubs, and a foreign substance on the inner sides of the lampshades–perhaps someone’s you-know-what juice.
There was an odd sheen on the top of the dressers–I’ve yet to figure out why.

I slepted in the fetal position on top of the sheets sucking my thumb, but alas, I was safe in the morning.

We GTFO’d there, but we did what we could to class it up. I drank a King Cobra, malt liquor baby, on the stoop shirtless with my buddy. Oh yeah, it was on like donkey kong. Amazingly, their lobby coffee in the AM was surprisingly tasty.

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