Stayed at the Ramada Inn in Columbia, MO, where “budget” is the vibe and the bedding’s a polyester-cotton identity crisis. Surfaces look clean—until you squint. Subtle whiffs of “what’s that smell?” linger. Staff’s here in body, but their minds are on vacation. Power flickers like it’s auditioning for a horror flick, but a quick text to the front desk magically fixes it. Parking - better get there early for a spot. Cheap? Oh yeah. You get what you pay for—bring your own vibe.