I have two, but to be fair I don't remember the first one, I've only heard about it in retellings and a photograph we have.
When I was a baby (I'm 29 now) my family had very little money but my parents took the three of us (my siblings and I) on vacations. This was obviously before home internet was common, so my mom relied on the
AAA guide books and their ratings to choose our hotel. Even though we had little money, my parents would save for vacation and wanted to find us a nice, clean, but basic hotel.
I can't remember the name of the hotel, but I believe it was in Kissimmee. We arrived late at night because we had driven from Kentucky, and once we got into the hotel room, my mom says she stepped on the carpet and it was wet. Not damp, as in just cleaned the carpets, but wet like there had been a flood in the room. The walls were covered in water stains. My mom continues to insist that it looked and felt like a wave had just drenched the room, the level of water damage was so bad.
The wallpaper in the room was peeling, the beds and bedspreads had stains all over them, and there were lots of bugs. Apparently I had gotten out of my mom's arms and started toddling around on the floor and had taken my shoes off. We left in such a hurry that my mom didn't even stop to grab my left shoe and we drove away without it.
The second awful encounter was when I traveled to Orlando with my eighth grade student council group. The school had arranged for us to stay at an old Travelodge in Orlando or Kissimmee, I don't remember which, that had a pizza restaurant in the lobby and a buffet right next door where we had to eat breakfast every morning. I like to eat and have always enjoyed food, but going into that buffet every morning was like hell on earth. It smelled awful, and the third day we had to go there, I couldn't even eat because I was so nauseous from the smell and thought of eating that food again. As if that wasn't bad enough, the pizza restaurant in the lobby was disgusting and you could literally smell it from every floor.
When we returned from that trip, I literally told my parents I never wanted to stay in a hotel again. To this day I dread hotel stays because all I can think about is that darn Travelodge.
Edited: oops my fingers got the best of me