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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My Best FriendFirst time I was invited for supper to my best friend's house, my mom asked his mom after "What did you have?" "Spaghetti," she said. Oh no, because back then I ate spaghetti sauceless with my hands.
First time I spent the night, they watched Ghostbusters and I freaked out in the hotel scene and ran home.
First time I successfully stayed overnight, they told me "If you want to eat, you have to work." So I spent an hour with my best friend washing dishes to ensure I'd eat breakfast the next morning. Breakfast the next morning? A microwave pancake. Didn't know they even made those. Disgusting.
(, Thu 17 Jan 2008, 17:39, Reply)
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