Three large and white stains on a sofa/seat next to the sliding balcony door. Hyatt Grand Cypress. Right next to the window and overlooking the pool so they may have been exhibitionists or newlyweds
Rust? Unlikely. Hyatt Bonaventure, June 2012.
At the Hyatt/Jacksonville. The previous users of the phone chewed tobacco, had flaking scabs, Ebola or all of the above.
Steve Jones put it best; anything more than a spoonful? Err on the side of puke. The Hyatt/Minneapolis, December 2011.
Guest comment card from a Mr. C. Manson of Barkers Ranch, California: “Squeeky, the kids and I really enjoyed our stay. Loved the 1000 count linens, the spa and other family activities! Will stop on our next spree…uh…visit.” Hyatt in Greenville, SC
Greenville/Hyatt. 2010. This is the woman whose wedding shut down my hotel tonight. Her photo was posted prominently in several locations. Several of us non-attendees were trying to find words to describe the pic. “Controlling.” “Emasculator.” “She Who Wears The Pants” (Mine). My coworker Jill had “Southern Bell Bridezilla”.