The one time I caused (well - my buddy actually caused) a big fuss was when I was a lot younger down in Vegas, and three of us had this room where it just STUNK of cigarette smoke (none of us were smokers), the ceiling had a big blotch on it like someone had died in the suite above, we asked every day for more towels (we had 2, which didn't really work with three guys) and never got any until we just scammed some ourselves off the cleaning lady's cart, plus various other minor but annoying little problems, none of which they addressed when we there.
So when we left, he raised a ruckus and got half our money back from them, which was great, but then they actually sent their security guys to follow us all the way out of Vegas - for what purpose, I'm not sure, although unmarked graves in the desert did occur as a possibility.... but I guess the point is, although we had stayed there three times before that, it never even occurred to any of us to go back - why subject yourself twice to crap treatment? The only way I'd take a coupon or some other such lame "refund" is if it had some monetary value where I could foist it off on someone for cash, otherwise, cash in hand and see ya later.
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