The Motel 6 just down the road a hop-and-a-skip from the MGM Grand on Tropicana Boulevard is deceiving from the outside on the busy Vegas street.
When tourists drive by - or even take a gander at the publicity still on the Internet - the impression potential guests get is that the Motel is a comfy little Inn with a handful of quaint suites.
Not!
One tourist got the shock of their life when they made a reservation, and over forty-five minutes later, found themselves still stumbling around an asphalt lot on a sizzling hot day in the middle of a Vegas heat wave in search of what appeared to be a non-existent room!
When the exhausted dehydrated guest approached a couple of security guards for directions, they were clueless - too - about where the lodgings were located on the premises!
"There," one rotund uniformed guard beckoned, as he struggled to communicate in English.
Uh-huh!
A second nightmare began.
None of the maids, pool boys, or general staff, appeared to be able to speak English!
Subsequently, the frustrated guest was sent on wild-goose chases here-there-and-everywhere all around the sprawling motel property because of misguided fingers.
A legal immigrant is required to demonstrate a facility with the first language of the Nation, which - in this instant case - is English.
Am I to assume this workers are illegal and undocumented?
If so, send in ICE!
As it turns out, there are approximately 600 suites at the Motel 6 location, just off the strip on Tropicana Blvd.
In spite of that staggering detail, staff at the front desk persist with the silliest (stupidist) methods of directing the Hotel traffic.
For example, a staffer might instruct a guest to walk in a straight line down to Coco's along the Boulevard, pass two palm trees (!) - then, make a left - and head down to the designated building number which is usually obscured or not clearly marked.
To complicate matters, there was another mini-sized Motel - the American? - squeezed in-between the two Motel 6 properties.
The wacko staff differentiate the two by the color of the door (green or blue).
God forbid a tourist should trot back to the front desk and ask for an escort to locate the suite.
In fact, it has not escaped the attention of many, that the front desk clerks (mostly African-American) appear to be prejudiced against white folks!
If a lilly-white guest asks for a room fronting on the pool, the nasty clerks quickly note they just gave the last suite away, with a smirk on their face.
Although a middle-aged caucasion business-man was lost and frustrated, no one on duty showed much sympathy or compassion for the "paying guest".
And, forget about service with a smile!
It has gone by way of the dinosaur at Motel 6.
Finally, one Latino employee, offered to accompany the guest to their room - probably because the couldn't help but notice that the lodger was getting angrier by the moment - and about to blow his top.
A snotty young gal - about twenty-something - was quick to bill a credit card for an access fee for WiFi.
But, guess what?
After the guest trotted off to their room, and attempted to log on, he discovered she neglected (!) to provide the guest with the code!
Intentional?
Just betcha!
C**t!
Needless to say, Motel 6 on Tropicana Boulevard in Las Vegas - even if you're desperate and there is no room at the Inn elsewhere - should be avoided like the plague.
You'd be better off sleeping on a park bench!
Americans should put their foot down - especially in respect to racist attitudes among blacks - and just say "no".
Amen!
Motel 6 skewered view of whites!
