Any other city, there could be some reasonable explanations for crusty material that pooled around the drain in the bath tub.
From a casino hotel near Reno where a guest took a break trying to stumble back to their room and caught their breath on a chair in the lobby. They then stood up, turned around, puked all over this chair and then headed off to their room as if nothing[…]
From a worker in Las Vegas for two months, at an off-strip “extended stay” motel.
What happens in Vegas occasionally ends up on the floor of the walkway that connects the Luxor and the shops at Mandalay Bay.
In most cities, there could be any number of explanations. But at a hotel near the French Quarter, the safe money is on one-too-many-Hurricanes at Pat O’Briens.
What happens in Las Vegas apparently stays in Las Vegas but all over the elevators at The Flamingo.
I think we have all of the bases covered. Liquid. Solid. Gas. And “liqlidas”. From a struck-blind flight attendant on a layover in Charlotte.
Yellow. Red. White. Brown. Every possible body fluid or excretion is covered outside the 7th floor elevator at the Four Point O’Hare
At an airport Holiday Inn. Suggestion: never pull back the bed spread until you’re checking out because do you REALLY want to know what you’re about to sleep on?
Another La Quinta contribution: a large stain between two beds from a FA Natasha.