There are decent, even good, Red Roof Inns. Then there is this one.
The key card didn't work unless you yanked the door just right - but the sullen teen in the ripped jeans at the desk didn't tell me that until I lugged all my stuff up the stairs - there's no elevator. When I went back down she mentioned it. She only activated the key for one night even though I was booked for three, and so I had to repeat the back-to-the-desk trip another night.
The shower grout was black, there were little flying bugs everywhere, and the single-pane window let in all the racket from the interstate, which was about 100 feet away.
There are better places to spend part of your life. Find them.