A Really Crappy Review…Literally
Someone stumbled on a whole plethora of stuff in their Anaheim hotel.
A Rorscharch Couch
From an airport hotel in Canada. I see my mom…Freud…my mom….a train…my mom.
A Tale Of The Tape
This is an out-of-the-ordinary post for us. This is from a guy with COVID who is in quarantine at a govt “Domestic Preparedness” facility. (He’s there on work) He described it as an “Army dorm but without the glitz.)
People Train Don’t Run Out’a Wichita….
But apparently noses do. Run, that is. From an “inn” hotel in Wichita where the guest asks, “Snot or Not?”
Holey Spread, Batman!
From a woman who works in the Canadian film industry who was flying back to Vancouver from a wedding in Brazil and got bumped in Houston and put in some very very classy lodgings by the airline.
A Little Hotel AC Schmootz
From a traveler in EXTREME northern Minnesota who couldn’t decide whether this was blood, barbecue sauce or urine from a seriously dehydrated guest.
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