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?
So this probably explains why my room was so dark last night. Holiday Inn/Little Rock Rd. Charlotte
A quarter-sized blot of blood on the curtains. Holiday Inn/Little Rock Rd, Charlotte
Filthy, unwashed, Ebola-germinating light switch courtesy of Flight Attendant X at the HI/Philly.
From Flight Attendant X, a blood streak in the shower at a Holiday Inn in Philadelphia.
Undefined “brown matter” on the curtains at the Holiday Inn in Pittsburgh, courtesy of Flight Attendant X.
From Flight Attendant X. Snot on the sheets at the Holiday Inn/Historic District in Philadelphia. But it was a Trifecta: urine stained mattress and hair on the pillow case.
I call this Rorsarch Tryst. I see….a sad clown on a sunny day…a squirrel with a basket heading to market…my mom….President Woodrow Wilson…my mom…and the guy who played “Rick” on Magnum PI. You? A Holiday Inn in Ottawa.
The Holiday Inn, Crabtree Valley Mall in Raleigh, with a puked out elevator, courtesy of an airline industry employee.
You would have thought that the maid would have caught the dime-sized blood drop on the pillow when arraying them on the bed after making it up for the night. At a Holiday Inn in Memphis.