If there was a way to rate this motel in the negatives, I'd have to give it a solid -5 rating. From the moment we checked in, to the minute we left the parking lot, my family was treated to a level of customer service rivaled only by internment camps and 18th century mental hospitals. The lady at the front desk made sure to inform us (after she had run our card and booked us for a 3 day stay of course) that we needed to be extremely careful to make sure that our kids (4 & 8) only used the remote control to operate the television because if they touched the actual television, they "might get electrocuted". She also let us know that we needed to put the telephone up on a high shelf, presumably so the children didn't play with it either, although at least there was no mention of electrical shock with the phone. Last but not least, we were informed that it was our job to empty the bags from the trash cans and take them to the dumpster across the parking lot. Now, the rooms are fairly cheap, right around $75 plus tax, but not enough of a price discount to justify providing your own housekeeping while making sure your kids don't pull a green mile on themselves by trying to find cartoon network. It was the 4th of July holiday and there were no other rooms to be had though, so we decided to grit our teeth and try to make the best of things. Next morning, we get a knock on the door bright and early and opened it to find the husband of the front desk lady standing there, visibly irritated. He informed us that my car had apparently sprung an oil leak and that it needed to be moved to the far end of the lot on the grass, which we had no problem doing as the leak was news to us as well. About an hour later, I walked outside and saw the man brushing some cat litter over the oil stain and I approached him and offered my sincere apologies for the car leaking oil and causing him extra work. His response was to snap at me and accuse me of being negligent, telling me that I needed to either get a new car or get mine repaired, and then adding the bewildering statement that "you know, in this country, your apologies mean nothing" Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that there weren't any other rooms available in the area, I would have packed up my family right then and reversed the charges on my card for the room, and I almost wish now after the fact that I had, because as unbelievable as it seems, there was even more BS to come. The next day, I went out to grab some food from the grocery store for lunch, and upon returning, I was greeted by my son who was panicked. I soon found out why: He had used the toilet and when he flushed it, it overflowed. Now the toilet had been acting like it was going to back up the whole time we were there, but it would fill partially up and then it would drain down again finally, so it was obviously their old shoddy plumbing that was the problem. Anyway, as soon as it overflowed on him, my son went directly to the office and got the lady. She had just shown up as I walked in with groceries and when I asked what had happened, she narrowed her eyes, pointed her finger at my son and screeched accusingly : "HE DID SOMETHING" "HE DID SOMETHING TO THE TOILET!" I had just about enough of both of their crap right about then, and I proceeded to challenge her, asking her what on earth she thought my son "did" to the toilet to break it when it was already acting like it wanted to back up when we got here...Not missing a beat, this woman turned it on me, proclaiming that it was MY fault because if the toilet was slow on flushing, I should have brought it to their attention sooner. Then this audacious woman had the nerve to start trying to boss my son around, telling him that he needed to bag up the garbage and carry it to the dumpster...I lost it and told her to get the heck out of our room and that she had no business telling my son what to do especially in light of the way she had already freaked him out with her bizarre behavior. Seriously, in a normal place, if something like that happened, they would maybe even apologize to you for the inconvenience, but at the shady oaks, you get yelled at. Then she told us that since she wouldn't be able to get a plumber there in time to fix it, that my children, my husband and I would have to use the bathroom next door in the room we had for our family friend that was traveling with us. That's right...we paid for 2 rooms for 3 days time there, and we weren't even offered to switch to a room with a working bathroom even though they had vacant rooms the whole time we were there. You might be thinking that there can't possibly be even more to tell, but unfortunately, you'd be wrong. Sad thing is I don't even have enough room to include all the insulting and disrespectful treatment we experienced at this flea bag dive. If I had the choice to make again, I'd sleep in my car in a parking lot before I gave them one cent of my money. read more