Crestwood Suites

Is nasty
They don’t clean the room
In the heartland of furniture, they still have old, dusty and horribly dirty pieces of furniture in the room. They could renew their furniture for nothing here but …
The couch was so dirty that we had to cover it with a sheet before seating on it
The room has a kitchen, but don’t even think about cooking, as all the pots are really dirty and you cannot trust the way everything has been washed
And there are some sting bugs. We found 1 in the middle of our sheet and 1 in the blowdryer box !!!
The carpet in the corridor is so dirty
Only 1 elevator in the main hall
I don’t recommend this place to Anyone
And if I had not paid for my stay in advance I would have left

I don’t know what I did in a past life, but karmically, the folks at Hotwire either really, really love me, or hate me with the fire of a thousand suns, depending on the day of the week. One day on Hotwire, I’ll get a four-​star hotel for $ 90. The next, I’ll end up with a 2.5-star for the same price. It’s bizarre.
So it’s the gods at Hotwire that hooked me up with this place for $ 45. Not a bad deal, I suppose. It’s a ‘suite’ hotel, right?
Verdict? Overall sunny, with some clouds on the horizon.
Great location! It couldn’t be much closer to the GSO airport without actually being on its property. It’s a little hard to find (they need some real signage, say, with lights — not a bad expenditure) but once you do find it, it’s just in a great place. The rooms are small and only ‘suites’ in the sense that they have a sink, fridge and microwave. They are ‘extended stay’ in that sense too.
OK, so here’s where our story begins. I got the the property at 2:40 p.m. (Check-​in is at 2 p.m.) I was told that my room wasn’t ready yet and that I would need to wait about 20 – 30 minutes until then, but I was welcome to wait in the lobby until then. (Of course, they went ahead and ran my credit card and everything. Mind you, there weren’t many cars in the lot, so I have no idea why the room wasn’t ready. It’s not like there was a huge-​ass convention or I was a surprise guest. I was actually 45 minutes late for when check-​in time started.) But, I waited, being the super patient k00l d00d that I am. (I should note here that the staff, despite their bad news, was very, very friendly at this point.)
At 3:15 I got into my room, the tiniest suite ever. Nothing bad to say about the room. It’s just generica. Clean (except no one emptied out the trash from the previous occupant, but, whatever), bed was OK, blah blah blah.
So zip to the next morning. Check-​out was 11 a.m. I double checked this. I hadn’t slept much and needed all morning to sleep.
8:45 a.m. The staff totally ignores my ‘No Moleste!’ and knocks loudly and does the ‘Housekeeping!’ bellow. I actually am already awake and am near the door. I ignore her, and can hear her go Beautiful! sarcastically because I don’t answer like I just ruined her New York attitude-​driven morning. Hmph.
10:20 a.m. I get a phone call. Front desk. ‘Are you planning on checking out at 11, or will you be staying with us for an extra day at an additional charge?’ Are you effing kidding me? ‘Um, I’m checking out AT ELEVEN.’ ‘OK, thanks!’ Click. WTF is with the badgering?
10:40 a.m. Another knock from housekeeping? Seriously? I open it and tell her ‘I’m packing up right now.’ She’s like ‘OK, sorry.‘
So in summary we have a friendly staff, a room that’s not there for me, a generic microsuite once I do get one, and then a housekeeping force that is ready to chase me out ASAP the next morning. (Or maybe I have the presidential suite for midgets… I dunno.)
You know, they made me wait an extra 30 minutes (really, an extra 75 minutes)… I should have made them wait, but they had my credit card.
And so it goes. Caveat emptor.