Budget Inn — Hotel in Los Angeles

This was clearly not a place I'd choose if I knew the area, but since my buddie's girl dropped us off here, we were ignorant to the horrors that awaited. In the military we have liberty(free-time) buddies we have to take to go off base; anyhow, it was late and my "buddy" wanted to stay in L.A. to see his girl the next day so we were dropped off here. As we approached the window at aprox. 0100 am, we were welcomed with the sinister eyes of a raspy voiced Indian lady, she and the entire booth to pay smelled like a stale ash tray in a bowling alley. I told her we'd like a room and went to hand her my card and she ripped the card out of my hand as if I inconvenienced her with my business; eager to rid of us, she handed me the card and the room key without welcoming us or acknowleding the fact we were doing business with the Budget Inn. I pushed the rooms door open, and lone behold there were scuffs on the walls, stained curtains and carpet, smelly sheets, but this was just the beginning of sorrows. I had to use the bathroom horribly, and when I took a leap of faith and entered, there was an old crustified turd smear on the toilet seat, I did a double take. Then this "Inn" became crafty and thought it would place a DIY sky window by neglecting to fix a gaping hole in the ceiling, that looked as if it were torn up by a sledge hammer weilding gangster. I've slept more comfortably and secure in third world countries, not to mention the outdoors. I can only imagine the shameful affairs and carnal desires of cheap hookups induced by a pill deals and meth; the thought of the grungy euphoria and foul aroma low lifes experienced here repulsed the feeling of well being...

This was clearly not a place I'd choose if I knew the area, but since my buddie's girl dropped us off here, we were ignorant to the horrors that awaited. In the military we have liberty(free-time) buddies we have to take to go off base; anyhow, it was late and my "buddy" wanted to stay in L.A. to see his girl the next day so we were dropped off here. As we approached the window at aprox. 0100 am, we were welcomed with the sinister eyes of a raspy voiced Indian lady, she and the entire booth to pay smelled like a stale ash tray in a bowling alley. I told her we'd like a room and went to hand her my card and she ripped the card out of my hand as if I inconvenienced her with my business; eager to rid of us, she handed me the card and the room key without welcoming us or acknowleding the fact we were doing business with the Budget Inn. I pushed the rooms door open, and lone behold there were scuffs on the walls, stained curtains and carpet, smelly sheets, but this was just the beginning of sorrows. I had to use the bathroom horribly, and when I took a leap of faith and entered, there was an old crustified turd smear on the toilet seat, I did a double take. Then this "Inn" became crafty and thought it would place a DIY sky window by neglecting to fix a gaping hole in the ceiling, that looked as if it were torn up by a sledge hammer weilding gangster. I've slept more comfortably and secure in third world countries, not to mention the outdoors. I can only imagine the shameful affairs and carnal desires of cheap hookups induced by a pill deals and meth; the thought of the grungy euphoria and foul aroma low lifes experienced here repulsed the feeling of well being...

We booked a room here for our visit to Universal Studios. We are generally pretty laid back people and only really need some place clean and safe to rest our heads. After a wonderfully exhausting day at the park, we arrived only to be stunned by the absolute hell-hole that is this motel. ||||The outside was a little dirty and in a questionable part of town, the front desk people were your average mom-n-pop types. They gave a us a no smoking room on the first floor midway to the back. We pulled in and where giggling a little at the car next to ours. It appeared to be a traveling ophthamologist type. ||||The first thing that struck us was the absence of any type of decor at all. Felt kind of like a prison cell. There were many patch marks on the wall in varying degree of age that had never been painted over, there were tiles broken on the floor, mold around the tub and an odd odor. The towels where filthy, you could see where someone set a bucket down on it. When we pulled back the sheets we discovered a bunch of nasty stains on the sheets. Disgusting HUGE stains, I took a pic and went to the front desk to request clean sheets. The night manager was complient enough to our request. ||||When he arrived, I showed him the dirty towels and asked him to replace those as well. While he went to procure more towels, I set about fixing the bed. Hot Dang if these sheets werent worse!!! Then to my abject horror, I saw a bedbug in the "Clean" sheet!!! I was done at this point. I requested a refund. They refunded the money without batting an eye.||||Only once in 30 years of extensive travel have I ever had a worse experience!! That says a lot since I also do a...