From a traveler who was walking out to their rental car in Detroit and saw the hotel shuttle pull up, a passenger stepped out and while waiting for their bag, inexplicably hurled on the pavement. Thanks to the temps, it was immortalized and still there the next morning.
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 was out-of-the-ordinary.
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.
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