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We showed up at 10PM Sunday night and the KARAOKE BAR next door was in full throat- notice I didn't say swing, or music, or tune...
The desk clerk was great. She even noticed that the room that we had only had one bed and, hmm... we had 3 people. I had specifically asked for a room with 2 double beds when I stopped in a few days prior, to reconfirm our room. She called the maintenance guy, to whom I will be forever grateful, since he said, "The cot? You don't want THAT- I wouldn't want to sleep on it!" While we waited in the "office", I heard a drip, drip, drip. Bob stepped over near where Becca and I sat just in time to pick up our bags before they got soaked. Call maintenance again! The bathroom ceiling is leaking!
OK, so they found us a room with a fold out couch for Becca. We didn't fold it out. The room smelled like one of those air fresheners you hang from the rear view mirror of an old car. We made coffee to improve the aroma. We had to rearrange the room so the coffee pot cord could reach a plug. This was a "Suite". Our room opened onto a walkway facing the street.
We busted up as Bob sat down on the bed to a really loud mattress SQUEAK!
So ok, let's just get some sleep and move on in the morning.
5AM: SMASH! The garbage truck was picking up trash from the bar next door. CRASH! One bag at a time. SMASH! 12 bags later....
There was a time when a room like this was a luxury. A welcome escape from the day to day at West Point. A place for 10 friends to crash after a football game.
Our standards have changed just a bit. Thanks for the reminder Pierview Inn!

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