Pavilion Inn in Murray Utah.
This trip I am towing a cargo trailer across country.
Do to the weather, and traffic, my 12 hour day turned into 16 hours. I did not arrive at the hotel until 11:30pm MST.
Well, to start with, the desk clerk was not too thrilled I interrupted his relaxing time. I was assigned a second floor room. Since I had dogs, I asked for a first floor room. This clerk, belligerent, stated I did not request a dog friendly room. I showed him my CONFIRMED copy for the room request of dog friendly.
This clerk (cannot state gentleman, for that would have been a compliment) would not look at me, and fumbled through his stack of papers to find CLEARLY my request for a dog friendly room. With words spoken under his breath of the strength of a sailor’s pup (yes, I typed pup not pub), he tossed me a new room key on the first floor.
With the completion of checking-in done, I returned to my vehicle and drove around the parking lot (a full lot and tight) until I was able to place my truck under a street light with a second light covering the back of my truck. Roughly 90% of my truck was under lighting. I then brought in the most valuable items into my assigned room, then returning to the truck for the dogs to bring them in.
As I was feeding the ‘boys’, each one brought me a sock. No they were not mine, nor were they clean. It was safe to say I was exhausted, and decided to verify my next day lodgings online – on my laptop – on the bed. While bending over the head board to plug in the computer, I noticed something. There was a pair of dirty underwear – female with about an inch of dust over them.
As I was feeding the ‘boys’, each one brought me a sock. No they were not mine, nor were they clean. It was safe to say I was exhausted, and decided to verify my next day lodgings online – on my laptop – on the bed. While bending over the head board to plug in the computer, I noticed something. There was a pair of dirty underwear – female with about an inch of dust over them.
Now with Utah being a ‘dry state’ I was really wishing for a glass of wine, to assist in halting my mood to become a whiner. So, I just quickly walked the boys, and verified my confirmation for Nebraska before turning the lights out.
Upon waking it was time, like everyone knows, to walk the ‘kids’. So, I walked outside towards the truck, just a mere 5 hours since I was there last. I was robbed. Yes robbed. The 10% that was not seen – a side door to the cargo trailer lock was cut off. The dog poop scooper was on the ground. I quickly took the dogs back into the hotel and then contacted the front desk, who then called the local police.
While waiting for the police to show up (2 hours), I was talking with the then morning manager about the left over clothing in my room, which they verified.
When the Murray officer showed up, he wrote the report, however... The officer was more interested in verifing my ownership of the trailer, the ownership of the vehicle, the validity of my driver’s license, and anything else that verified I was a truthful person. Finally I was given a case number.
Now I did not lose too much, for the trailer was too full and too time consuming for a robber to find anything with ease. However, nearly $300.00 of items, one item being my 2008 Christmas gift from my husband. Still this made me feel, to say the least, angry. This anger grew more, for this officer informed me that EVERY HOTEL WITHIN THE METRO AREA OF SALT LAKE CITY has AT LEAST 1 robbery EVERY NIGHT. Targets are out-of-state license plates. I was lucky, for no windows were broken. Most are not as lucky as I.
The office instructed me that he was instructed, amongst other law officials and media, NOT TO let tourist find out about the crime spree in Salt Lake City.
Second strike criminals, mostly gang members, from Los Angeles California drive up to Salt Lake City to “maintain” their life style and habits.
Be careful, be warned. It is your choice to stay in the metro area of Salt Lake City. I will not until things change.
Oh, the hotel gave me a $30 discount on my stay. No apology.
