How nasty, funky and gross would your work boots need to be that you leave them outside your room to pollute the hall all night? At a hotel in St. Petersburg, FL.
Long flight from the US, long drive to the hotel and finally a chance to unwind and refresh in the tub. Welcome to Rome.
From a traveler in Albany who stayed at a hotel that’s “in transition” to a new brand. Let’s see what we have: a pencil, crumbs and a crime scene – the trifecta.
Any other city, there could be some reasonable explanations for crusty material that pooled around the drain in the bath tub.
From radio personality, world traveler and humanitarian www.ramblinrandy.com who was fortunate enough to sit across from the gentleman on an Air Fiji flight.
From a radio industry professional on vacation at a major brand hotel in Tribeca, NY. Even when he posted the shot of this towel to his Facebook account, the question is undecided. Face towels, generally, blood. Bath towels, usually dookie. Editorial opinion.
From a worker in Las Vegas for two months, at an off-strip “extended stay” motel.
I imagine who was ever strapped down to this ironing board and tortured, spilled his guts and ratted out everyone he’s ever met: Months ago when I was asked to emcee the film festival in Sutter Creek. I decided to book a room so I would not have to drive back[…]
From Flight Attendant X: I always dread checking the lavs at the end of flights. I wonder if Harry Dunne from “Dumb And Dumber” got dosed and was on-board.
From a flight attendant on layover: True story. Last night/this morn there was a loud party somewhere on our floor. When I finally got tired of being woken up time and again I called front desk about 3 am to complain. This phone had an ODOR to it, a HORRIBLE odor[…]