Pay Less Inn

I thought that $ 45 was a bargain. Then, I saw the room. It looks like what you’d imagine homeless people use when they’ve begged enough money. The walls were filthy, the bathroom was worse. The paint is peeling off every wall. There are more cobwebs than an Ed Wood movie. The heater was broken, so the manager handed me a $ 15 Big Lots heater/​fan that was small enough to put in my glove box. There is one lamp for the whole room, so you have to leave the bathroom door open for more light. Mesh fabric hangs over every window, so there’s no view to speak of. Pay Less (and you get what you paid for).

Place looks questionable, even though the place looks packed. No outlets to charge phone. If you’re on the others side of the building from the office the wifi signal is very weak. Large cobweb in the corner of the room. Shower went from full blast to just dripping. When you turn the light switch off all the appliances also turns off. The bed… eh I was dog tired but its had little debris on it like a sesame seed. This place needs a field day military style.

HAHA! Jokes on us! We pulled into Gila Bend somewhere near 1:00 am about to fall over with exhaustion en route to New Mexico. First we try the Best Western Space spot — at $ 100/​night we were not feeling that since we were going to be there for little over 5 hours…
We hit the Payless Inn mostly out of sheet exhaustion.
So…the sign says «$ 26.99» and «REFRIGERATION» and «POOL». Considering it’s about 110 degrees at 1 am — all these words are sounding real good…
Remember that saying about getting what you pay for? Well, in some cases, you get even less than what you paid for, best believe it!
I think we paid $ 30 after tax for this joint — get handed a single key — no keyringy-​thingy to keep you from loosing the key — just a KEY and a remote for the TV.
We open the door to the room and I start to think that we shoulda just slept in the car (yes, I know it’s the middle of the damn desert… but…)
There’s paint literally pulling off the walls; huge cobwebs dominate every single corner of the tiny room — and yes, there were at least that many spiders in there.
The bed was reminiscent of those matts you see on the floors in those drama movies about being locked up abroad; so scary was the bed, I almost couldn’t perform my bedbug check, so afraid that I wouldn’t find bugs, but stains of some questionable type and size…
There was a raggedy TV sitting on a raggedy dresser which was all poised on a raggedy orange carpet that was blackened from years of trampling (umm…probably not from steam cleaning!).
The bedding was clean — which was funny considering how «abandoned» the entire room looked!
Oh — the piece-​de-​resistance was the «refrigeration». An ANCIENT — and I mean ancient (I was tempted to steal it just for its kitchzy appeal) swamp cooler dominated the wall dividing the room from the bathroom. Since this is AZ, and it’s nice and dry out there, you’d think this thing would work like a charm — NOT. Perhaps it was hotter than the old machine’s capacity, perhaps it was just old and about to die… in any case, the room was only cool about 6 inches above the cooler itself.
I’m not even going to go into just how nasty the shower got when the water started backing up while showering…
There was a pool — but there would be NO lounging at this joint.
Pay more money, get real AC (or a larger capacity swamp cooler), clean rooms without spiders and questionable mattresses.
The best thing about this place is knowing enough to never stay here again.