Arrived safely in Roanoke, so this is the last hotel Sug has to get used to. I had to practically drag her out of the La Quinta, and, had I known what the Wyndham would be like, I would have needed dragging, too. By way of comparison, the La Quinta's rooms were cleaner, newer, and easier to get to from the parking lot, plus their in-room cable selection was top-notch. The Wyndham has prettier grounds, but, really, if my dust ruffle has stains on it and the guest services directory (dogeared), television channel, and room services brochure discuss a half a dozen different restaurant names and hours to characterize the single restaurant downstairs that's open today, I don't care if there are nice grounds. Anyhow, I can't access the nice grounds because every door near them is alarmed as a fire exit. I paid $50 to keep Sug here, and she didn't even get a "hello." I paid nothing to put her up at the La Quinta, and they commented that they should add kitty treats to their complimentary milkbones so that they'd have a special way to welcome guests such as herself.

La Quinta: Spanish for "We kick Wyndham's Butt."