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Business travelers, recreational travelers, novice travelers, professional travelers, space travelers…they’ve all experienced at least once, the thrill of checking into a hotel room and seeing a slightly bleached but still clearly defined vomit puddle near the bathroom door. Or a speck of blood on the shower tile. Maybe the random collection of short curly hair behind the door. Possibly a Rorschach test pattern of white droplets and splatter on the sofa. Finally there’s a place to share these images without the social media stigma you might get from your children, parents or spiritual advisor who would look askance and ask “What the hell is wrong with you?” followed by “What kind of dumps do you stay in? Are you really that cheap?” At hotelnightmares.com we know that filth doesn’t operate by a star system and that nice hotels are just as likely to have a dookie stain on the bed spread as that joint your boss put you in near the New Orleans airport last week. So share, stare…we don’t care. It’s all about the ish at hotelnightmares.com
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That Is One Nasty Keurig
From a flight attendant on layover in Nashville: I took the machine down and called the manager, he said sorry and gave me 10,000 points for my discomfort. Sheesh talk about giving the guest a stomach cancer.
A Royal Flush
From a traveler with his family checking out colleges in Massachusetts: "My wife and I checked into our room first and our daughter went to the bathroom and I heard a loud 'EWWW!' and went to see what was up. My phone had a hard time focusing on water but there were...
Astroglide?
From Flight Attendant X: My toe just got stuck in some unidentifiable goo on the floor in my room. I refuse to get down and smell it for the sake of the research department.
Shower Rod Rust/Mold
From Brad Koehn who has some amazing photography on his Flickr site. This is from the Wellesley Inn & Suites at the Atlanta airport. It has some pretty horrific reviews on Tripadvisor.
Brasil Coffee
From a flight attendant who arrived in Brasil to find: Nothing like pubes and mystery spunk right above the coffee maker, to make you feel like brewing a cup.
Multitasking With Your Bidet
At the Intercontinental Hotel in Amman Jordan courtesy of one of the legion of harried, under-paid, over-abused flight attendants.


