Paper thin walls with a prostitute next door entertaining a steady stream of clients. My friend and I were awoken the next morning by an insistent rapping at the door. When I asked who was there I was told that it was the Manager. He said he had to come in. When I questioned him further he said, "There's a strong smell of weed coming from the room." I said, "you've got the wrong room," and I hoped that that would be enough, though I was wondering if he would then do something crazy and unpleasant, like calling the local police. That was the last we heard about weed (my friend and I were not smoking weed, and I have no idea how he had decided that we were. But then, at 10:36 on the motel room clock, with us packed and ready to roll, the same insistent rapping, and now we were bring accused of checking out late. I said , it's 10:36,and the manager said , no, it's 11:05. I verified byy cell phone that he was indeed correct. I told him what the clock said. He was angry and that didn't seem to mean anything to him. But, I mean, who in their right mind is going to check to make sure the motel clock is correct?