The Old “White, Brown, Yellow” Theory
Flight Attendant X put it best: “Brown? It’s probably poop. Yellow? Probably innocuous…unless it’s on tile. White? ALWAYS is love juice.” From a flight attendant on layover in Pittsburgh. Found next to her bed.
Flight Attendant X put it best: “Brown? It’s probably poop. Yellow? Probably innocuous…unless it’s on tile. White? ALWAYS is love juice.” From a flight attendant on layover in Pittsburgh. Found next to her bed.
Maybe it was freshly painted or just hanging by a screw, but “out of order” seems a little…odd. At a hotel in Orlando.
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.”
A pube from a previous (shedding) guest at an airport hotel in Atlanta.
From a worker in Las Vegas for two months, at an off-strip “extended stay”
motel.
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