When I was growing up, my dad consistently made sure that all of us stayed in very good hotels on getaway, but he did not want to deal with uncomfortable beds, smelly rooms, plus insufficient cleaning services. He also wanted us to recognize that we were safe, even if all of us were in a weird town, and i consistently appreciated that about my dad. Now that I am on my own, I cannot afford the same types of nice hotels, but my main problems are finding a hotel that serves free dinner plus does not have bedbugs! Having such lower standards than my father means that I have to put up with some circumstances that he would easily not approve of if he knew, for example, the last hotel that I stayed at had many complications that would have horrified him. First of all, when I showed up, I realized that the hotel did not supply clean towels or washcloths or hand towels, when I sat on the bed, I decided hastily that I would not be sleeping under the sheets. I would have to put my sleeping tote on top of the bed plus sleep in that. Finally, plus worst of all, to me, the room’s window a/c component did not seem to be working. When I had walked into the old room, I noticed that the a/c was not blowing at all, although I thought that I just needed to adjust the temperature control. When I went to the window cooling system component to adjust it a little, though, the temperature control did not respond. I called down to the front desk, plus they acted as if the cooling system had been working just fine, plus that I had broken it! I ended up just spending the whole night without a/c. I will never tell my dad about that terrible hotel.