When I arrived, the closet door was off its track and hanging precariously over the bed. So I didn’t unpack, instead I returned to the front desk to let them know of the issue, expecting to be moved to another room. Oh yes, said the desk clerk, she k is all about it, but it was t dangerous or anything. So I returned to the room. The next morning, on check out, I suggested to another desk clerk that it would be better to remove the door altogether rather than having it hanging at an angle over the bed. She didn’t know anything about the door and promised to get someone to look at it. Bizarre.