
Pool Towel Blood
From a Vancouver designer who decided to escape for the weekend to Mayne Island and found some blood stains on her pool-side towel.
From a Vancouver designer who decided to escape for the weekend to Mayne Island and found some blood stains on her pool-side towel.
At an airport hotel in Charlotte. The ice machine got moved to another floor. The soda machine replaced it and then got moved down the hall next to the elevator. Instead of sticking a plant there, they stuck the loneliest chair in it the space. I sat there just so that it finally realized it’s purpose in life. This could have been a Shel Silverstein book….
This is a first: a pill left behind by a previous guest. At an airport hotel in the Twin Cities. The pill was flushed after a lot of contemplation. It was Saturday night. I was bored. What the heck?
From a flight attendant with an anonymous airline on a layover. There are many possibilities about how it got there, but as with Trivial Pursuit, your first guess is probably the right one.
A reminder that filth can migrate to places like cineplexes: “Going to see Marry Poppins. I picked the lucky seat. Filled with URINE(someone else’s). Didn’t see it in the dark(pic taken with flash). And, now I am in a different seat with wet yoga pants and 10 toilet seat covers smushed in my pants“
If you have issues with, well, order and symmetry, this Holiday Inn in Oregon would put you on a ledge.
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