A Rorscharch Couch
From an airport hotel in Canada. I see my mom…Freud…my mom….a train…my mom.
The Most Freudian Hotel Door In Toronto
It’s like a Rorscharch Door. I see Clarissa Darling, but that’s me. From an international traveler on her way home from South America.
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?”
Next Stop…Las Vegas
The classy skies. From a Spirit Airlines flight to Las Vegas. We’re stunned. Really.
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.
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