Let's be an American hotel of the 1960s/70s

I'm the vibrating bed. For a quarter, I'll put some motion in your ocean.

I'm the sandy ashtrays outside the elevators.

I am the smell of stale smoke.

[quote] I'm the electric shoe shiner

Have you not been to a hotel since that era OP?

Because I was not born until the mid-80s and yet I am quite familiar with those machines which are still frequently seen in hotels all around the world, as recently as early 2020.

Probably one of the LEAST era-specific hotel-related things you could use as an example.

HINT: I'm sure there's something smoking-related that would be an appropriate example of something found in hotels half a century ago.

r4 is fun at parties

I'm the Mediterranean furniture!

i'm the red flashing light.

I'm the affordable rates!

I’m the wood paneled elevator that smells like a Band-Aid.

I’m the trough-style ice machine that some kids stuck their feet in.

I'm the very mediocre cheeseburger and cold fries in the hotel coffee shop.

I'm the magic box on top of the COLOR TV - two current-ish mainstream movies from last year and one porno, just touch 7 on your bedside phone.

I'm the pool. I'm made of concrete and the water is freezing cold. You will skin your knee or toe swimming in me.

I'm the sign hanging off the southeast edge of the Presidential Hotel on 19th Street NW in Washington DC. At night, you can only read the neon letters that spell "I-D-E-N-T-I-A-L."

I’m the key on the plastic fob. I will be misplaced several times during the stay.

I'm the balcony! Why was I removed from your average motel/hotel? Security concerns?

I’m the inscrutable evacuation plan on the inside of the door

I’m Connie Francis. I don’t have a good feeling about this.

I'm the tiny slot for razor blades, accompanied by the bottle opener. Both conveniently located at the vanity area.

I’m the inconveniently small mini-bars of soap in the bathroom. The time spent unwrapping me will exceed the time I produce a lather before I slip out of your hand onto the tub floor.

I’m the spic and span toilet, sanitized for your protection.

I'm the bag for disposing of your sanitary napkin, an essential for every DLer!

I’m the nightmarish blinking greeting after dad insists on driving for another hour to make good time since the traffic is lighter late at night.

I am the loud, clashing patterns and garish color motif.

I'm mother in the shower.

I'm the lounge entertainment! (Yes, I know the characters were from the '80s, but I figured this crowd would make an exception.)

I'm the mysterious stain.

I'm the roadside motels with no elevators to the 2nd floors. If Memaw can't get up the stairs, someone's going to have to carry her!

I'm also the quilted comforters with heavy floral patterns. The main objective of the hideous patterns was to hide stains, as the comforters were usually only washed once a week or so.

I’m the stylish A-Frame lobby with black velvet paintings.

I'm the glassed in arrangement of cacti in the entranceway - lit from underneath. I'm there to let you know you've just walked into a stylish classy joint.

I'm the elevator operator.

I'M THE CENTER OF IT ALL!