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.
On a Holiday Inn comforter, which again raises the question, how could you miss this if you were a housekeeper?
From an author on tour in Canada: I’m going to try tell myself that it is nail polish. Unnamed hotel, downtown Toronto
On the bedskirt at the Eaton Chelsea in Toronto
From a member of the community of winged warriors who get us their safely, with a smile and a bag of snack mix, all the while fighting the urge to throttle the bitch in 5A who keeps ringing the call button and asking “Oh…miss….”. At a Comfort Inn in Madison.[…]
Apparently someone pee’d or bled or puked on this mattress at the Pear Tree Drury Inn in San Antonio, submitted by a hard-working member of the recording industries legions of regional reps.
I feel like I hit the Daily Triple. From left to right: a curly black hair, a head hair and a tiny drop of plasma that points to OJ. Another reason you never want to pull back the cover spread unless you’re truly ready for it. At the Orleans in[…]
This is my first blog on the website. I’m going under X because the carrier I work for would unceremoniously push me out an exit row window if they knew I was drinking and blabbing. I have a great job. I meet many many classy people, so please return for[…]
A quarter-sized blot of blood on the curtains. Holiday Inn/Little Rock Rd, Charlotte
Okay. THIS is going to bother me. About to go through TSA and notice a dime-sized drop of fresh blood on my bag. I check my hands, fingers…nothing. Somewhere between the hotel shuttle, checkin and x-ray, someone bled on my bag