2/10 - Kém
6 tháng 10, 2024
The Bed That Told a Thousand Stories (and None Were Mine)
Let me paint you a picture: I arrive at the hotel, weary from my travels, dreaming of a soft, clean bed to collapse into. What do I find? A treasure trove of “memories” from guests past. Imagine my surprise when I pull back the covers to discover not one, but *many* dirty used tissues delicately tucked in, as if the bed was thoughtfully prepared by a germophobe with a dark sense of humor.
And oh, the body hair! A single strand would’ve been one thing, but this was a *family reunion* of hairs—like the bed had hosted a sleepover. To top it off, the sheets felt like they’d doubled as the local beach, sprinkled generously with a fine layer of sand. Nothing like exfoliating your skin while you sleep, am I right?
The staff! let’s just say the staff took ‘relaxation’ to a whole new level… mostly their own. When I mentioned the room looked like it had been through a frat party—complete with mystery stains and a dust collection—the response I got was ‘oh, really’. A shrug.
I guess I should be thankful they didn’t offer me a mop and say, ‘Well, you’re here for two nights, plenty of time to clean up!’ Five stars for their ability to stay calm in the face of filth. Would I recommend? Only if you’re doing research on bacteria."
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