super 8 is not fertile

In planning my trip to MO/IL over Thanksgiving, I’ve had to act as my own travel agent, finding the cheapest hotels that’ll take a big fat dog in Coralville, IA, and my hometown of Sedalia, MO.

I abused Priceline for my find in Coralville. The Priceline Negotiator himself found something that almost results in them paying me to stay there. Since I’m leaving after work Monday of next week, I knew there was no way in hell I was going to drive all the way to Casa de Cuz. Coralville seems like a good halfway point, and we’re staying in an ultra classy Holiday Inn Express… I would have preferred a truck stop/hotel/restaurant/bait shop, but figured those kinds of places probably didn’t take online bookings.

Planning for a two night stay in my hometown was a joy and a half. The American Inn was William Shatner’s first suggestion, but after viewing their website, I opted to pass on it. Even if there wasn’t a giant logo that said NO DOGS ALLOWED, the pictures that include a loveseat rammed between two beds and the picture of the dryer made me question the entire idea of staying there.

Super 8’s list of local features and restaurants sealed the deal for me. With lists like Taco Bell, Kentucky Fried Chicken, Golden Corral, and Applebee’s for restaurants and prime tourist spots like the Midwest Cattle Bidding Party, the Scott Joplin Festival, and Galaxy Cinema, it was definitely a shoe-in. After I booked the reservation, I got a pop up window prompting me for an online chat with someone from Super 8.

It’s 2:00 AM on a Sunday morning. If someone from a hotel chain wants to chat online with me, chances are I’m gonna do it. Especially at 2:00 AM after way too much Mountain Dew.

It resulted in this:

I was disappointed to find out it was only an automated chat person. And had to type things like CANCEL, STOP, HELP, BAD TOUCH, AND CUSTOMER SERVICE just to make sure I didn’t get signed up for some $11/month thing I would forget to cancel each month for the next 9 years.

Staying in a fancy hotel over Thanksgiving. At least they have fancy cable, free internet, and an iron.

One Comment

  1. Oh, but the American Inn doesn’t say “NO DOGS ALLOWED”. It’s “NO PET’S ALLOWED”. I wouldn’t stay there due to their appalling grammar skills. That, and I have never heard of this place in our hometown. Probably because it’s been about a year since I’ve been on South Limit.

    If you get here by 1:30 on Tuesday, you can come with me to pick up Clara Jane at school. Bring Riley and blow her mind!

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