Mitchell Deslatte, 5-Star Drunkard.

Looking for a safe place to sleep off the Jaegermeister and body shots? You might want to get yourself a designated hotel finder. Or a reliable phone book. Because if you plan on relying on your drunken instincts, you might find yourself with accommodations that are slightly less than 5 star.

Just ask Mitchell Deslatte of Baton Rouge, Lousiana. It seems that an inebriated Mitchell mistook the local police station for a hotel. In fact, he was so confused, he drove right into to the police station and asked for a room. Now granted, the lumpy beds, bad  continental breakfast and swarms of cockroaches could make even a sober person think they were at a Super 8.  But come on, Mitchell, you had to realize that you pulled into the wrong parking spot when the “concierge” offered you a free photograph,  the keepsake fingerprints, and complementary orange, um, ‘bathrobe.’

So now Mitchell, who thought his check out time was noon has discovered that he’ll be staying at the Gray Bar Hotel just a little longer than he intended.

Sucks to be you, Mitchell.