It was the oddest check-in we'd experienced, talking to a man on a kiosk screen without a live person in sight. The kiosk handled all checks-ins, even when the very gracious front desk clerk was there. We had one bath towel for two people, and a phone call and email didn't solve the problem so we were glad to arrive back at the motel and see a human being in the office. It's about half a block from Division St., which apparently hosts the weekend meetings of the Noisy Car Club. Still, the bed was comfortable and by midnight we were able to sleep. Dreams of a hot shower melted away in the lukewarm water, and the hairdryer was equally lukewarm. When we returned to our room the second night we discovered the kiosk man had only programmed our key cards for one night. We were thankful the very kind human being was in the office. He offered cookies and popcorn while he programmed our key cards.