My wife and I checked in, got our key, and went into our room. The first thing we noticed was the fact that our room had obviously either previously been a smoking room, or there had been a number of people smoking in the room anyway. There was obvious dirt in the carpet, including powders left in the carpet, and wrappers and old newspaper on the floor.. There were even pubic hairs left in the bedding. We requested to be released from our reservation, and allowed to go to another motel, but that was refused by the manager. Instead, he gave us another room. This one smelled less offensive, so we decided to go ahead and deal with it. This room, though, had a number of features not mentioned on the motel advertising. Off the top of my head, I would mention the two roaches and a silverfish I killed, the toilet that squealed like an asthmatic kid trying to learn to play the bagpipes, in addition to shaking the entire room, the orange powder left caked in this carpet, the room service lady who woke us up at 8:30 to see if we were checking out, the cobwebs that had formed in all of the corners, and the lack of a functioning deadbolt or chain lock. However, my favorite feature was definitely the gentleman who knocked on the door at 11 at night looking for his friend. When he saw that I wasn't his friend, he asked in I happened to have any Percocet he could have. Overall, I would rate this motel as being about as good a place to stay as the local I-95 overpass.