World traveler, connoisseur of wine and wings, documenter of filth, she can smile while serving you watered down Sierra Mist just as easily as she can disable you and have you secured to the seat with plastic ties.
Military charter flights are the most pleasurable flights for me to work. They are so kind, respectful, and grateful for everything I do. The verbal exchanges with them are so sweet and fun. And of course, looking at them in uniform isn’t so bad either. What they don’t know is the admiration that I have for them. To try and even THINK about what they go through is not even possible. The physical and mental challenges that they must face just blow my mind. I have such great respect for these special angels that protect my freedom every single day.
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Maybe They Forgot The Bleach
A "heavenly" robe at a hotel in So Cal with several, what appear to be dookie, stains on it. I love my fucking job.
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That’s One Dirty Drape
Brownish, reddish stains and patterns on a hotel drape in DC, submitted by a frequent business traveler in town for meetings.
Bathe At Your Own Risk
Just a tiny amount of blood or maybe even a scab, in a hotel bathtub in Louisiana, disintegrating down to little comet trails of dried plasma. It's minute but do you want that in the tub when you run a bath after a long day?
Avandoned
It's never a good sign when the previous brand's shuttle van is sitting, abandoned, broken into and rusting in a corner of the parking lot. "Holiday Inn" can barely be seen through the paint. At a Marriott in San Antonio.