Residence Inn Houston Sugar Land/Stafford

Flash back to 1996, you're 10 years old, taking a trip across the country with your parents. (4 hours away) They decide to spend a little extra for a night at the Residence, the pool is huge, your parents are in their own room, and it even has a fridge. Life is good. Fast forward to this weekend.... We easily find a place to park behind the Harley dealership, my bride and children stay in the vehicle so I can check us in after making reservations online. There is a police officer in the parking lot taking a report from someone, sounded like a theft issue from what I could hear. Get inside and there is a solo employee on the phone, looks up, but does not acknowledge me as a customer. She was dealing with a government employee looking for a discount. She leaves for a minute to go and fetch the manager from her smoke break, and I quickly realize why the lobby smells like a casino. Now they are both on the phone, still not acknowledging that I exist in front of them. Finally get some room keys, pull out the beat up mattress for the kiddos and check out the rest. Mold on the windowsills, some weird deformity in the middle of the main mirror, and a bathroom door that clears the toilet by a couple inches. I am about 6ft tall and was eye level with the shower head and bumped my arms on the ceiling when trying to use the RV sized shower. Pool is tiny, trash cans were full. We regret not staying somewhere else, but there aren't many options with bedrooms.