From a family on vacation who tries to explain: “Our daughter went to open the curtains when we checked in and just happened to look up to the little enclosed area where the drapes hang. We spent the rest of our stay trying to guess what it was. My wife swears it’s chocolate.”
From a worker in Las Vegas for two months, at an off-strip “extended stay”
motel.
From a business traveler who checked into a Hilton brand in Reston, Virginia (maybe she was being arrested and the officer said “Assume the position”?):
Happened to check-in early enough that the sunshine was streaming into what appeared to be a very clean room. Because of the angle of the sunlight off the headboard, something caught my eye. Yup, those are women’s handprints folks and there is only one thing that can be going on with placement like this.
From a flight attendant on layover in Odessa, where the seat was just sitting on the toilet bowl. Came right off. This is a new one.
I imagine who was ever strapped down to this ironing board and tortured, spilled his guts and ratted out everyone he’s ever met: Months ago when I was asked to emcee the film festival in Sutter Creek. I decided to book a room so I would not have to drive back to Sacramento each night. There is a good reason the Jackson Lodge was the only available vacancy within 30 miles of the event. It turned out to be a very bad decision on my part. Whatever you do, no matter how tired you are, DO NOT book a room at the Jackson Lodge in Jackson California. I am surprised the health department has not shut this place down. Look at a few of the photos I took of my room upon check-in. I did not post two of the more gross photo
It would take serious effort and a steel-toed boot to put four major dings in a metal-plated hotel room door. At an IHG brand in British Columbia.
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