One might guess from my title that I dislike Fort Worth, but it's one of my favorite places in the world. My tolerable stay at Country Inn and Suites only slightly spoiled the ambiance, and that's saying something for the charm of Cowtown. My suite was clean and adequate, but the refrigerator was very flimsy and small. There was only one small closet, and the TVs were pretty old. However, these are minor problems.
I've stayed in a lot of places, and have never complained, even at one hotel in Corpus Christi with a lot of mirrors and a lot of cockroaches reflected in them (not to mention the flimsy deck that felt as though it might give way at any moment, just like the decks in the tier of rooms next to me with one continuous hole through them from floor four to floor one). Did the victim(s) survive, I wonder? But I digress... Back, alas, to the Country Inn and Suites...
Where were my fresh-baked cookies? Nowhere to be seen. The unhappy story begins, however, when I took my first shower. After adjusting the water pressure to a pain-free level, I noticed that most of the shower ended up on the bathroom floor, and the fan did nothing to prevent condensation. I had to mop up the floor and dry the mirror and counter afterward. The bathroom towels were all damp. This might have been prevented if a real shower liner had been put in the room, instead of a flimsy curtain that was never meant to be waterproof, and clung to me so much I was sorry I hadn't made my introductions before we had gotten so intimate. The trick, I discovered, was to thoroughly wet the bottom of the "curtain" so that it would leave me alone, and hug the side of the tub instead. This helped to keep some of the water in the bathtub and not on the floor. It was late at night, however, and after my aquatic workout and cleaning the bathroom, I was thoroughly wrung out. Only an exasperated call to Management was going to make me feel better. Or was it?
After explaining the problem to a desultory night-clerk, the phone was handed to a brisk and efficient-sounding manager. She couldn't have sounded less concerned with my problem, and informed me that somehow my shower-taking skills were inadequate. All of the rooms had these so-called shower curtains, and she really saw nothing wrong with them. The fault lay in my woeful shower-taking skills, not their faulty curtains. Why, she had never heard of such a problem! I suggested she take a shower herself in one of her wonderful bathrooms, with the fan running, and see if she didn't herself have a miserable experience. Since there was a convention in town, and I couldn't reward Management's attitude by finding another hotel, I remedied the problem by buying my own shower curtain the next day. I had to make a second call for dry towels.
On the positive side, the rooms were clean, maid-service was friendly and prompt, and the pool was very pleasant. Late-night swims were a real pleasure. Just don't expect to stay in the shower for more than a few agonizing minutes, and expect the bathroom to be drenched, unless you ask for room 120, the only room with a "real" shower curtain.
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