Super 8, Columbus Ohio on E Dublin Granville Rd
UPDATE: I’ve been informed that this hotel has now been shut down and condemned by the city for “excessive” drug and prostitution busts. I don’t know what is meant by “excessive” drug and prostitution activity or if that means that they don’t care if there is only a reasonable amount. Keep it in mind that two years after our experience here this place was deemed to be such a cesspool that it was shut down as you read our story.
As soon as we pulled up I did not have a good feeling about the place. It was behind the Waffle House and sort of down a alley and not next to a street, so it had poor access and bad lighting. As we went in to look at our room and made our way past not one but two panhandlers working the parking lot there was a pitchers mound sized pile of cigarette buts outside the side door and judging by the overpowering smell not all of them were tobacco cigarettes. This was supposed to be a Non Smoking motel, no smoking in any of the rooms. They were marketing it like a place for chemically sensitive travelers and part of the reason why we decided to stay here, so much for that.
As we went to get our stuff I noticed a couple of guys a few spaces over that were intensely watching our every move and right next to our car I found a short straight piece of coat hanger with one end bent into a loop and my spidey sense went off. I have used similar pieces of heavy wire to help get coworkers into their locked cars. If it is the kind that you pull up on the handle and you pull a lever up to unlock it is extremely easy to pop the lock with a short piece of wire intreated through the door handle openings. Anyway, the fact that there were car theft tools just laying out in the parking lot, some shady looking guys watching us, panhandlers and drug use right out in the open all had me extremely nervous. I wanted to take all of our stuff especially the valuables like cameras and laptops in one trip and had a pile of stuff hanging off of poor Cece. As we got inside the door I looked back through the window and already those two guys had pulled their car around and were parked right behind us with two more guys standing at the passenger window. FUCK!! NOT GOOD!
Because of the people scoping out our car I wanted to leave IMMEDIATELY and park the car somewhere else. Meanwhile Cece is complaining of the smoke smell and wanting to put all the bags and stuff away and relax for a little bit while I am pacing back and forth, “Honey, we got to go! Like right now!!!!” With her oblivious to everything going on and me now in full blown panic mode I had to physically drag her out of the room with much protesting. Pretty much like the Bruce Willis chopper scene in Pulp Fiction.
We got into the car and drove off looking for a place to eat and finally found a Chipotle near by and neither of us had tried one before. Inside the Chipotle was not much better than the Super 8, half of the people waiting in line were gang bangers and they had an armed guard standing by the door. I’ve never been in a fast food joint that needed an armed guard before, this wasn’t helping my comfort level much.
Back at the motel I parked in the Waffle House parking lot up front rather than risk our car getting jacked overnight. After about 15 minutes in the room now my eyes were burning with how bad the smoke was and if it is too bad for me then it has to be extremely bad! Poor Cece had been coughing and trying to cover her mouth and nose and was in pure misery.
I’m normally the kind of person who if we paid for something by god we are going to use it but enough was enough. The smoke in our Non-smoking room was so bad that the back of a smoke filled bar would have seemed more pleasant, along with the drug deals going down in the parking lot, car thieves, and thick marijana smoke out in the halls the unbearable smell in out room was the last straw.
I went to the front counter and asked for our money back. As we had gone to dinner and had technically had the room for an hour by then they bitched and only gave us a refund for one of our two nights. Are you fucking kidding me? I mentioned that we’d only been in the room a total of 10 minutes but whatever, it was late, we were tired and I didn’t feel like arguing.
Now after 10 we had to find another motel. Using the GPS we went down the list and called ahead to see if they had any rooms. A Motel 6 quite a ways to the north west had a room for us which turned out to be great for us as it was right near the Columbus Zoo where we were going in the morning.
This horrible Super 8 experience stayed with us the rest of the trip and nearly ruined our honeymoon. For the rest of the trip and for close to two months after we got home Cece had a horrible cough that would not go away and a sore throat that really put a damper on everything. She ended up having to get checked out by her doctor after we got back. I think the coughing fit in the motel irritated something which caused more coughing and more irritation and so on in a vicious cycle.