We stayed at the worst hotel ever last night. It’s not that it wasn’t clean, but the hallways reminded me of The Shining and I got lost trying to get out of there this morning. Take the creep factor and throw in a broken AC unit, a tiny bathroom and a mattress that curved down at the headboard and I was done. If I’m forced to sleep in a hotel, the bed has to be comfy. Thanks, Priceline…. and Obama.