From a holiday traveler who chose a Best Western rather than sleep in her sister’s house with 7 children under the age of 10. At Christmas. “How does one of those hairs end up on a faucet. Actually, I don’t want to know. But I got a new and upgraded[…]
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?
At a Marriott brand in Dallas. There was definite “chunkage” to the pattern.
I’m sure it’s a simple explanation. Maybe someone spilled some diet cola.
Steve Jones put it best; anything more than a spoonful? Err on the side of puke. The Hyatt/Minneapolis, December 2011.
The Holiday Inn, Crabtree Valley Mall in Raleigh, with a puked out elevator, courtesy of an airline industry employee.
From the Failed Tourism Bureau Slogans file, “Grand Cayman: Come, Drink, Puke In The Hall” The Marriott on Grand Cayman.