More Terrible Hotels
Actually paid to sleep somewhere that turned out to be less compfy, private or clean than the bench in the park outside? Tell us all about it.
Or perhaps you'd like to boast about getting upgraded to a sea-view suite next door to Stevie Wonder, like my colleague keeps doing? Over and over...
( , Thu 27 Nov 2014, 9:36)
Actually paid to sleep somewhere that turned out to be less compfy, private or clean than the bench in the park outside? Tell us all about it.
Or perhaps you'd like to boast about getting upgraded to a sea-view suite next door to Stevie Wonder, like my colleague keeps doing? Over and over...
( , Thu 27 Nov 2014, 9:36)
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No one really sleeps there
Stayed at a place recently where sleep was hard to get. Too many smoking, noisy Germans would return to their rooms at 2 a.m. to party inappropriately. Outside, the hotel was surrounded by homeless people. Talked to a woman who would bed down every night in the alley behind the hotel. Sleep was hard to get out there too. A couple of mornings before, she was awakened by a light tapping on her shoulder. "Who is this person touching me in such an inappropriate manner?" she thought. Prepared to do battle, she peered out from under her blanket and found herself face-to-face with a curious bird. She described it as a tweeting sugarbird - probably a sparrow. Curiosity satisfied, the bird hopped upon her shoulder and flew away.
( , Sat 29 Nov 2014, 21:04, 1 reply)
Stayed at a place recently where sleep was hard to get. Too many smoking, noisy Germans would return to their rooms at 2 a.m. to party inappropriately. Outside, the hotel was surrounded by homeless people. Talked to a woman who would bed down every night in the alley behind the hotel. Sleep was hard to get out there too. A couple of mornings before, she was awakened by a light tapping on her shoulder. "Who is this person touching me in such an inappropriate manner?" she thought. Prepared to do battle, she peered out from under her blanket and found herself face-to-face with a curious bird. She described it as a tweeting sugarbird - probably a sparrow. Curiosity satisfied, the bird hopped upon her shoulder and flew away.
( , Sat 29 Nov 2014, 21:04, 1 reply)
At least it was polite enough to check whether she was dead before starting to eat her eyes.
( , Sun 30 Nov 2014, 10:23, closed)
( , Sun 30 Nov 2014, 10:23, closed)
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