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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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Nothing To See Here, Just A Man In His Tighty Whiteys, Move Along
The old, "I was too lazy to put pants on when I sneak down the hall to get a bucket of ice...and left my key card in the room" ploy.
Another Disgusting “Find” By A Flight Attendant
These poor people. Unruly passengers. Exhuasting schedules. And they, say, check into a layover hotel in Augusta, Georgia, grab a towel off the racks and it spills nail clippings all over the bed.
Beers, Wings & A Little Crack
A sight to enjoy while waiting for your drink order and nachos at a Holiday Inn bar/restaurant.
A Headboard High Five
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.
The Most Complicated Hotel Toilet Ever
When you need a PhD to PeE. From a flight attendant returning from Japan.
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.