I get the concept of you get what you pay for. In fact, I'm an advocate for it as that's what I signed up for with air bnb. But we didn't even get that. Let me tell you what we paid for: a clean private bedroom for me, my friend and our 2 dogs to sleep in. (With an increased cleaning fee which was agreed upon between Melvin and me) which I was totally fine with and happy that he was open to negotiation as he normally doesn't house dogs, which was nice of him to accommodate. So let me tell you what we actually got for our money: a place for our dogs to sleep. Let me tell you what we didn't get: A clean place to stay. It was a pig sty. There were cardboard boxes littered throughout, open and unopened. The kitchen had a stacked sink and dirty dishes scattered across The countertops and was completely unpresentable. And not to mention when we walked in we were hit with an overpowering stench of weed (to which our host said part of his cleaning was to keep the window open and now we know why...fresh air couldn't rid the place of that stench of weed) To his defense, the bedroom we were supposed to stay in was neat and tidy. When we first arrived we knocked several times before he answered. When he opened the door we weren't sure we were in the right place as he didn't invite us in or welcome us. Not a friendly greeting. I understand people being introverted and this by no means is an attack on his personality but, coming from someone who has hosted people frequently via air bnb, part of your being a host is to be just that (definition of host: a person who receives or entertains other people as guests) we did not feel received, entertained or welcomed as guests. It was just uncomfortable. So remember, we paid to sleep at a place, so tell me why we ended up sleeping in my truck? Our host had locked us out via the deadbolt so we couldn't get in. We tried for hours in the middle of the night to call, text and bang on the door to get his attention. And by banged I mean BANGED. I would say I'm surprised he couldn't hear us but the stench of weed lends itself to providing an explanation for his lack of appearance. So with no assistance by our host, we 'slept' in our truck in the parking lot of the complex. I'm only thankful we Drive a truck as this could have been even worse. Worrying about our animals that we couldn't get to preoccupied most of our thoughts. Approximately 2 hours later my friend decided to try his phone again. We are now at 7am. She sent him a text, no reply and she called him again. He hung up after we said hello so we called back...