That’s the problem with chainsaw murders: the stuff gets everywhere. From a horrified flight attendant on a layover.
Blood on a bed. Is it fair that flight attendants who deal with this crap on the job should have to find it when they’re on a romantic getaway with their sweetie?
I think we have all of the bases covered. Liquid. Solid. Gas. And “liqlidas”. From a struck-blind flight attendant on a layover in Charlotte.
From a diminutive flight attendant who found this cache of hair in her hotel shower at a Courtyard by Marriott in Richmond.
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.[…]
At a Hilton Garden Inn in Jackson, MS
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.