A now-defunct motel in Maryland, near Jessup.
DH has a peculiar mix of skills such that his only viable employer is a particular branch of the FedGov, based in Maryland. As such, we've had a number of moves to/from MD over the last 40 years. On the last one (our much-lamented move from the UK back to MD) I came back early to go househunting. So we were familiar with the area, relatives had stayed at this motel 3 or 4 years before, and it was cheap but OK.
Apparently in the interim it had been taken over by the Bates Motel Management Group. The bedcoverings were stained, as were the carpets; the door fit so loosely that you could see through the cracks on either side, and the AC made a horrendous noise without appreciably cooling the room. The tub and sink were grimy, and I cleaned off the toilet seat myself with hot water and soap.
I was stuck there for at least overnight, since that was the only way that DH would know to find me in case of an emergency. (No cell phones then.) Now I think I would have the spine to take one look and say "No. Here is your key back," and gone to the Econolodge or similar chain. I didn't bathe. I didn't unpack. I didn't even change into a nightshirt. I slept fully clothed and with a chair wedged under the doorknob as tightly as I could. No problems, but if there had been I was at least not going to face it wearing nightclothes!
The lovely realtor, a personal friend, let me use her phone the next morning to tell DH that I was moving to the Econolodge, where I stayed the rest of the week.