Much of this was outside of Teresa’s control, but some of it was preventable. To her credit, she made everything right and was very gracious in a difficult scenario. Even so, I would want to know so here goes:

To begin with, I was told the host would not be there and to just let myself in. The front door is always unlocked. My room would be just past the kitchen. I felt uncomfortable with this, but figured that’s just how thing roll in Portland. I got there at 10p and the house was pitch dark. I’m pretty sure I had the right house, but it’s a little creepy just walking into someone’s house at 10p at night.

After I went into the house, I saw a light on in the room that was supposedly mine. I could not get a hold of the host.

Then, a guy came out of the bedroom. I come to find out he’s an over-staying guest and he’ll get his stuff out. He made multiple trips in and out of the bedroom with garbage bagfuls of stuff.

After awhile, Teresa showed up. So, I went out to the car to get my things. With zero parking around there, I parked a block and half down around the corner. While I was getting my stuff, Teresa’s over-staying guest left, but we assumed he’d be right back.

I’m all for chit-chatting, but after 11p and a 3 ½ drive, I just wanted to go to bed. Teresa and I were waiting for the guest to return. “Where is he?” "Is he coming back?” etc. Teresa called him on the phone. He said he’s left and to just throw away all his stuff which included laptop, Nike shoes, clothes

So, Teresa gets all of his crap out of the room and then discovers the bed is wet. At this point, I’m so done with this place. Teresa puts a towel down on the mattress and we all hope it’s water and not some bodily fluid. She makes the bed, but uses the same comforter from our overstaying guest.

It’s now well after midnight, I just want to go to sleep. There are ants on the desk, cobwebs in the corners and a huge spider parked on the ceiling right over my head.

But wait, it gets better. At 3:30a in the morning , I heard someone come through the front door with boots on. Our mystery guest clomps to the bathroom across from my room and then proceeded to take a shower. Was it one of the other guests in the house, our over-staying guest, or just a local transient? Who knows? Then, our clomper got out of the shower, heated something in the microwave and left.

The topper, I got into the shower and the whole shower was rimmed with the half-used hair products of previous guests. I should have taken a picture.