Hotel SplendidoEnzyme writes, "what about awful hotels, B&Bs, or friends' houses where you've had no choice but to stay the night?"
What, the place in Oxford that had the mattresses encased in plastic (crinkly noises all night), the place in Blackpool where the night manager would drum to the music on his ipod on the corridor walls as he did his rounds, or the place in Lancaster where the two single beds(!) collapsed through metal fatigue?
Add your crappy hotel experiences to our list.
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chthonic, Thu 17 Jan 2008, 16:05)
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You recognized it as Tom Lehrer?Then yes, my dear, cool points abound.
Seriously, the woman was scaring the shit out of me- she had a room just off of the office with a bed in it and a B&W TV next to it, both visible from the desk. When we went to check in and check out she noticed us there, then rolled off her bed to come to the counter, giving us a truly terrifying glimpse up her skirt as she did so. And she had unkempt curly grey hair, and eyes like Uncle Fester, and said no more than she absolutely needed to, in a rather hoarse and windy voice, like someone who hadn't spoken to anyone but her dear departed husband for about twenty years.
The Taconic Parkway was much more relaxing than that place.
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The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 18 Jan 2008, 12:17,
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