A Rorscharch Couch
From an airport hotel in Canada. I see my mom…Freud…my mom….a train…my mom.
From an airport hotel in Canada. I see my mom…Freud…my mom….a train…my mom.
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.
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.)
But apparently noses do. Run, that is. From an “inn” hotel in Wichita where the guest asks, “Snot or Not?”
The classy skies. From a Spirit Airlines flight to Las Vegas. We’re stunned. Really.
From a young woman on her way back from a wedding in Brazil who got bumped by the airline and stuck in a hotel near Houston Bush on her way back to Canada. It appears that the previous guest shed a little on the pillow.
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