I'm not sure that they're ready to call this a motel. No sign, for a start, just a house number at one end of the building. The office was a table in the linen storage room, manned by a young man who couldn't figure out how to fix the reservation for the 2 young men ahead of me. (They had reserved a room with 2 beds, and arrived to be offered 1 bed.)
They let me in, and signed me up for a room on the second floor, but my key card didn't work. No reaction from the lock, at all. When I came back down, the manager had arrived, and she gave me the key to a first floor room. That key card triggered the lock lights, but the latch didn't open the door. She sent the young man back with me to demonstrate how to press my thumb against the key lock while turning the handle to retract the bolt. That worked. It wasn't how the latch was designed, just a defect in that particular one.
The room was fine, though I had spent so much time getting into it that I gave up on buying groceries for dinner, and just went to bed.
The young man who first tried to check me in was coughing and complained that he was sick. Scary for an old guy 2000 miles from home on a solo road trip, but I didn't catch it.