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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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Foot-Picker In The Exit Row
On a flight from the US to Rio, this woman decided to get...comfortable. She later ate a sandwich with the hand she used to pick at her scaly feet.
Projectile, As Opposed To Antijectile
From a flight attendant on layover in Texas where she stumbled on a spray pattern of puke on the wall next to the toilet.
Why Would You Steal A Smoke Detector?
From a flight attendant laying over at a Hilton brand in Nashville.
The Hotel For Hearses
At a hotel in Burbank where they lease out part of their garage to a funeral home for storing their hearses. There's "odd" and then there's ten hearses at your hotel. Maybe the Eagles were right.
A Small Electrical Problem
Something burned. Something melted. Something leaked. @thestufftheydontteachinshopclass Submitted by a couple on a move to their new home in Colorado. Somewhere in Illinois.
That Sure Clears Things Up
"A 1000 hotel rooms and finally, a Marriott in Texas, helped me figure something out that even eight years of college hadn't helped me solve. The hundreds of laptops and cell phones I've had stolen over the years. If only I'd know how to work the connecting door to...