More Puke

More Puke

Steve Jones put it best; anything more than a spoonful? Err on the side of puke. The Hyatt/Minneapolis, December 2011.

Doorway Blood

Doorway Blood

Now, since there’s an Italian restaurant in the hotel, it’s entirely possible that someone tripped bringing room service through the door. But since I have an active imagination, I’d prefer to think it was a mob hit. Witness in hiding get a knock at the door, looks through the peep hole and BANG…an ice pick takes them out. An airport hotel at DFW.

 

Hall puke

Hall puke

To paraphrase Flight Attendant X’s  earlier assumption, “If it’s in the hall, it’s probably puke”. An airport hotel near O’Hare.

White Spot

White Spot

To paraphrase William H. Macy’s character from “Wag The Dog”: I know there are three things to be true – there is no such thing as good flan, there is no war in Albania, and there is never such a thing as a good white crusty spot next to a hotel bed. To this, Marky Mark would most assuredly add, “Word!” A Best Western in Ontario