The manager, whose name is either Keith or Kenneth, greeted me right away and worked hard to accommodate me, doing a good job personally. I couldn’t give the Residence Inn a better review because two young women—one from the Fairfield side—banged on my door between 5‑7 am, screaming at my father with dementia to tell me the hotel’s rules had changed and that I needed to put a card on file or she would call the cops. She had a rag on her head and something that looked like pajamas, banging on my door. A series of negative events followed: my family’s keys were cut off until I calmed my dad, and the young lady named Nettie passed her attitude to another woman. Her friend Taran started yelling obscenities. I called the cops myself; I’m a USAF veteran and was emotionally drained.
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