
Room With A View
I genuinely felt sorry for myself because of the pit of a room that I was assigned…until I opened the drapes and saw the guy living next to me.
I genuinely felt sorry for myself because of the pit of a room that I was assigned…until I opened the drapes and saw the guy living next to me.
Brownish, reddish stains and patterns on a hotel drape in DC, submitted by a frequent business traveler in town for meetings.
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?
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.
A tiny collection of “stuff” that has been sitting on a hotel carpet in Florida for probably decades.
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