An OCD Nightmare In Porcelain
I don’t have issues with “order” and things having to be just “right” and aligned, but I focus grouped this on my OCD friends and it freaked them the bleep out. At the Four Point Sheraton at O’Hare.
I don’t have issues with “order” and things having to be just “right” and aligned, but I focus grouped this on my OCD friends and it freaked them the bleep out. At the Four Point Sheraton at O’Hare.
Yellow. Red. White. Brown. Every possible body fluid or excretion is covered outside the 7th floor elevator at the Four Point O’Hare
I’ll be honest: I’ve never been a fan of biscuits and gravy. But this grease frappe at a non-chain hotel breakfast area in Indiana would have sent Oliver Twist running away screaming and flailing his skinny little orphan arms.
From one brand to another to another to another and finally just a painted over street sign and a vinyl banner hanging over the entrance to the lobby.
A little blue mold floating in the apple juice. “Upon waking up the next morning at 7:45 to the sound of someone hammering on the outside wall of our room, I went to take a look out the window to see what all the noise was about. I couldn’t see a thing, due to a large banner which was hung over the entire window, blocking any view and likely making for a rather unsafe emergency egress in case of fire. At some point, the “mad-hammerer” removed the banner, and I could see renovations going on. As if that wasn’t enough, adding insult to injury, the complimentary breakfast included chunks of mold floating in my cup from the apple juice dispenser.”
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