From a traveler at a Pittsburgh airport hotel on a sleety night. She eventually used a washcloth to cover her finger tips when she turned the heat on.
Long flight from the US, long drive to the hotel and finally a chance to unwind and refresh in the tub. Welcome to Rome.
A frappe’ of bacteria in an ice bucket at an upscale hotel in Edina, Minnesota. Sometimes money does not buy antibiotics.
From a traveler attending a conference in Ann Arbor, a little brown ceiling stain indicating that someone upstairs had a bit of a spill. It wasn’t in the bathroom and those usually correspond floor-to-floor, so it was probably something mundane like water. A lot of water.
Any other city, there could be some reasonable explanations for crusty material that pooled around the drain in the bath tub.
From a family on vacation who tries to explain: “Our daughter went to open the curtains when we checked in and just happened to look up to the little enclosed area where the drapes hang. We spent the rest of our stay trying to guess what it was. My wife[…]
From a worker in Las Vegas for two months, at an off-strip “extended stay” motel.
Hotel phones and channel changers are historic for being bacterial frappe’s. You don’t need a blacklight to see the crud on this one.
Something burned. Something melted. Something leaked. @thestufftheydontteachinshopclass Submitted by a couple on a move to their new home in Colorado. Somewhere in Illinois.
Just like in “Silence Of The Lambs”, I’ve dispatched a housekeeper to the floor above mine to put a bullet in his leg to see if he’s alive. At an O’Hare property.