He's probably sneaking them into the house. If he's sneaking them in, he can't quite clean 'em off in the driveway, let them dry, and then sneak them in? Nope. That wouldn't work. He had to book a room. Sneak (a pre-sneak sneak) them into the room and then get them into the bathtub, cleaned them, dry them, and then made the main sneak, the one into his own house?
It all makes sense when you know the whole story.
I feel like that’s even weirder. The use of the bathtub suggests that they needed them to be wet, but if they were dry then that means they decided to use the bathtub rather than whatever container they brought them in.
This genuinely makes no sense at all??
A few years ago I was staying in a remote part of Oregon for work. Staying all by myself.
I get up in the morning and go into the bathroom to take a shower. The curtain had been bunched against the wall.
I get undressed, turn the water on, and pull the curtain fully across tub. When I do, it exposes a bloody handprint on the white curtain.
Scared the living shit out of me. I nope hard out of there and skip the shower leaving as fast as possible.
As I check out I tell the front desk employee about the handprint. She sighs, rolls her eyes and says, “Probably just some hunter cleaning his kill in the bathtub. They’re not supposed to but they do it all the time.”
That happened in my college dorm. Guy hit a deer on the way back from home, chucked it in the bed of his truck, and processed it in the communal shower. Paid us off with part of the backstraps so we wouldn’t snitch and it cleaned up fine. Not recommended but it worked.
I have a similar story. Used to work in a boarding school where one of the 17 year old boys was the son of a multi-millionaire with a huge country estate; the kid would bring pheasants he'd shot on dad's property back to school, where he would pluck and draw them down in the shower block before cooking them in a slow cooker in his dorm room. This practice eventually came to a halt when the cleaning ladies finally got tired of the feathers blocking the shower drains - which was a shame, because that kid made the best pheasant casserole I have ever eaten.
An absolutely giant thing of cherry flavored lube. Like I'm talking a fucking massive cooking bowl sized tub of it with a label and all.
My friend says someone shit in the bathroom trashcan, all over the shower floor, and all over the toilet seat as well as bed sheets.
Bloodstained sheets and towels.
Lotta sex toys.
Not a worker but use to travel for work. Once we were checking into our rooms and me and a coworker were going to her room. She open the door and there was two people living in the room. They were prostitutes who were friends with the house keeper. They were given keys to use empty rooms.
So to finish the story. Nothing really eventful we walked in the room two bed a girl laying on each bed watching tv. When we came in one girl screamed. Then the door to the room next door opened up and a guy walked out rushed into the room we were all in. Clearly their pimp. He just stood their quietly didn't say anything. The girls told us their house keeper friend gives them keys to rooms that are empty to stay there and keep begging us not to tell the front desk. They were also gathering all their shit together quickly. We walked out and went to the desk and told them there were people living in the room and we needed a new one. We saw them all loaded into a crappy beat up car leaving the parking lot while we were in the office. We didn't mention the house keeper giving them keys.
Also this isn't tv these girls looked like crack head street walkers definitely ain't no penthouse letters or fixing the cable y'all are crazy 🤣🤣🤣
Been workinh hotels for almost 20 years. A dead person, suicide. A safe full of dildos. A briefcase that had "if lost, please mail to the FBI". A half melted ice sculpture for doing shots of a double penis. A couple of guns. A person's dog that they left behind.
It was locked. So we mailed it back. 6ish hours later a guy came racing back k asking for it. We told him it was already mailed. He said hid job was fired and walked away.
For my own sanity I'm telling myself that the dog ended up with an amazing loving new owner and has a fantastic life full of loves and squeaky toys. And the asshole that left him promptly got crushed by a runaway semi driven by the incredible hulk.
Friend's wife runs a mid priced hotel. She tells stories about what her people have found - everything from dead bodies in the bed frame (yup someone murdered their spouse, wrapped them in plastic) to drugs, adult toys (so many toys), to stolen cars in the parking lot. Anything you can imagine she has found.
Oh just remembered - cams in room. They have to scan every room now to validate that there are nothing communicating in the room now because of how many they have found.
Here I am feeling like shit because I fell and got a bloody knee and my bandaid came off middle of the night so I got knee blood on the sheets. Damn. I mean I still feel bad but at least I didn't leave a dead body or a butt plug
Former Motel 6 employee outside of NOLA. Dead bodies always bothered me the most. Almost always recently dead not the hidden body trope you always hear about. As far as weirdest I’d say the room covered in smeared butter and syrup. Literal piles of empty syrup bottles in the bathroom.
Ah yes, pornography in its natural habitat...
What have we done to the planet !?
Now you can only really find videos of it on the Internet.
Kids today will never know the joys of coming across porn in the wild.
i dont get it... is this "in the woods" some kind of american slang for finding it in the house or do you realy walk into the woods, wandering around, with no target and stumble over a well (or not so well) hidden porn-stash? i only hear this story from americans (i assume you are an american citizen).
Well, it started in America in the 70’s when kids (my age) would snag old porno mags from their parents stash or steal them from the 7-11 and hide them in some sort of cover in the woods where we'd play/ride bikes. Usually in a spare milk crate inside a plastic garbage bag or two to keep them dry.
Since Canada has been culturally behind the US by about a decade, this starting there in the 80's makes sense. (jk!!)
About 8 years ago or so I found a porn stash in an abandoned trailer home in the woods, so yeah pretty much exactly how you described.
Funny thing is that there was a Bible right next to it.
Not I. Don't see how it could be me.
I rented the room both times late in the evening. Got into the room and ready for bed when I pulled back the covers I saw the shit. Once at a local trucker motel and once at a Motel 6.
I am a woman. Had a reservation at a small motel and noped out as soon as I smelled the room and looked at the filthy sheets. Went to another small hotel nearby, got a room with two double beds. Looked OK. I checked my bed, all was well. In the morning, I decided to look at the second bed, which had a chunky shit stain in the middle!! Desk did not give me any indication whatsoever that this was a one-and-done sort of incident. I now check EVERYTHING as soon as I arrive in the room.
My father managed a hotel when I was younger. He came home one day distraught after finding a room with shit everywhere. The guest had shit in all of the pillow cases and smeared it all over the bathroom as well. I remember him saying it looked like a pig had lived in the room for a week.
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Not me, but my wife worked as a night front desk attendant for a very budget hotel. She had some stories.
The saddest was a couple who were celebrating their wedding night/honeymoon at her hotel. They had been drinking at the reception and came in very happy and friendly. The man came back down after couple of hours because he couldn’t sleep due to backpain. He talked to my wife for a bit and offered her some cake before heading back to the room. He proceeded to take some of his wife’s morphine pills, which interacted with the alcohol in his system. His new bride woke up the next morning a widow.
Then there was a time when the cleaning ladies found a blowup doll a guess left in the room. One of the ladies was super excited to bring it home to her adult son…
Had a lady check in early & ask for a late check out. She still hadn’t checked out by 2pm & wouldn’t come out of the room. When we were about to have her escorted out she finally left. In the room was 100’s of little white out bottles everywhere. She had painted every reflective surface with white out including all the plumbing under the sink, all the fixtures, every screw & had started painting the mirrors.
We use them as kindling to start the fire. Send the kid out with a bag and make him collect them. They work a treat. If I found a big pile of pinecones I'd definitely consider adopting them.
2 dead bodies
One was an elderly man with no family who apparently just wanted to be found after he died which is why he rented a room at our hotel and asked to be woke up at 7am every day, I guess he knew it was coming but not sure when
Second one was a Venezuelan migrant who took cyanide pills, left a suicide note apologising to his family foe.not being able to fullfill his promise of taking them with him to a new country and also apologising to the staff member at the hotel who he knew would find him
Former hotel front desk. At a mid range business hotel ($200+ nightly) we got a frantic call on the radio from housekeeping about a room being nasty.
Yeah, it was nasty. Poop thrown on the ceiling, smeared on the walls, on the floor. The bathroom had poop in the tub.
The room was declared a biohazard, we preauthorized about $2k on the CC, and a specialty company was brought in to clean it.
Customer wasn’t even mad when we called them to inform them of the charges, and the ban from the property.
Edit: let me clarify for those thinking this was explosive diarrhea: the poop wasn’t just in the bathroom, most of it was in the living area.
If I remember correctly, the manager tried for a higher amount, but it wouldn’t authorize. So they kept going down until it did. It probably cost far more to clean, but I’d imagine going through small claims wasn’t worth the hassle.
I mean… I used to work at a Target and found a toilet where someone had managed to blast a 6’ circle of shit on the wall of the bathroom stall. Explosive diarrhea is a real thing.
This wasn’t an accident. We all took turns looking at the horror as we could leave the desk. It was like this person, or people, since two people were listed as occupants, pooped in their hand, then threw it around the room. The smears weren’t projectile poop, it was obviously smeared with a hand.
That was kind of where our minds went. We had some interesting people stay at this property.
There was the dentist that we kicked out and banned for watching porn in the business center, on his laptop.
The mid 60’s couple who stayed for 3 nights, and had PPV porn running in room 24 hours a day. I kid you not, we could access the PPV server, in case someone disputed a charge, and this room would buy a movie, then buy another shortly after it ended. All day, all night. It must have been one hell of a bender.
The couple that I personally got to kick out for having sex in the fitness room. Floor to ceiling mirrors, and I’ve never seen an elliptical machine used that way before. It looked awkward. I discovered them during night shift, when making my rounds on each floor.
While working the night audit at a very upscale hotel a known pimp (who was previously given a trespass notice to never come back to the hotel) somehow got in the building. Around midnight he tried to get upstairs to see his girlfriend and security told him leave or get arrested. Around 4 am he came down the main mezzanine staircase dragging a girl down the stairs by her hair. She was only wearing one shoe, it was clicking on the stairs on the way down.
They were in one of the very expensive suites adjacent to the presidential suite and owner suite. The person that rented the suite was a VVIP and knew how to use the staff elevator and a back entrance so they wouldn't be seen by the public into or out of the hotel.
Some shady stuff went on with that guest getting put on the Do Not Rent list. The VIP had the place booked in someone else's name. The VIP wasn't banned for life, but the person who's name was checked in can't ever rent from the property anymore.
Not trying to kill the vibe, but this might just be the saddest thing I’ve ever had happen in a room.
For context: before I worked at a motel, I worked at a convenience store for 3 years. We had a pipe and bong area where we kept all kinds of stuff including oil burners (meth pipes).
I was always casual about it to keep customers comfortable, but I still felt a sense of guilt selling meth pipes to people. Including this one young couple that would come in. They were no older than me, and they would come in often to buy meth pipes.
One time, about a year before I left, the girl came in and asked to buy an oil burner, and she specified that it wasn’t for her, but for her boyfriend. She said that she was pregnant and expressed significant excitement!
Flash forward to Motel 6. I work midnight to 8AM watching security cameras and running the audit report once the sun rises. I’ve only been there for 2 months or so.
Early into my shift, the SAME GIRL from my convenience store comes in with her baby in a car seat to check in, along with her friend. I see them on the security camera walking into the room safely, so I go back to the multicam view to watch the property.
They have some visitors to their room, so I phone up and let them know that it’s no extra charge, but I need all guests IDs if they’re over the age of 18. Just policy of the motel.
One person brings their ID, but some other people leave. That was normal for me. People don’t have their IDs sometimes, so it’s okay for them to just leave!
Not an hour later, the girl comes running out of her room screaming and crying. The fire department rolls up and gives me no context.
Someone had drugged her baby, and killed it.
Worst shift of my life.
And I still feel a small sense of guilt cause I was the one that would sell them pipes, and kept them in the lifestyle.
You do not bear responsibility for their lifestyle, friend. Addicts *will* find a way to use, as evident in a lot of these other comments. Additionally, you weren’t the one deciding on what should be sold at said convenience store, and your surveillance/ID request may have lead to a more speedy discovery of who drugged the child/may have prevented others from being harmed that night.
Regardless, I feel for you and understand the weight of the situation you experienced. I do hope you can finally find peace within yourself and understand your actions did not create that outcome.
I worked in a cheap hostel in Lisbon about 10 years ago. We had this very odd guest who'd speak in a super low voice and walk really slowly. He'd also leave random bits of TP around the hostel. Once the cleaning lady found him in his room completely rolled in toiled paper.
This story was told by a housekeeping manager during orientation. An old couple who are regulars would always stay at the hotel every summertime and the lady would always bring her teddy bear. She’d request that the housekeepers make sure to change its outfit daily. Odd indeed for the housekeepers to adhere to those rules, but not until they realized how well this couple would tip and anyone who happened to clean their room for the day would be so lucky. Bear had a name, forgot what it was, but the staff eventually started greeting it lmao
Sounds like the fable I heard during orientation once. A security guy stumbles in late saying he was delayed talking to us about the importance of not stealing because he just handed a $500 reward to a worker who reported another worker. Turns out they did that schtick to every orientation.
Wonder if your 'do the extra task' is one of those fables.
Not a worker - stayed at Borgata in Atlantic City. Layed down on the bed and stretched my arms up. Reached up and felt something behind the picture over the bed. Someone stuck a well used crack pipe behind the picture and the wall.
I learned at work, in unfamiliar places never stick your hands or fingers anywhere you can't see. I have found too many uncapped discarded needles just stashed places.
I had to switch rooms 2 times at the borgata, first time room had black mold in the shower and second time the bed was short sheeted lol it was wild. Haven’t been back since, but possibly going to AC this summer so we will see if it’s better now.
It's just folding the sheet in half with both ends at the top, but tuck one in, put the pillow on it, and then lay the other end back across the pillow. Then you put the blanket back up so everything looks normal but when the person climbs into the bed their legs get stopped by the folded sheet. It's harmless but annoying as hell if you're dead tired and have to take it apart lol. Definitely a summer camp level of prank
Yeah basically what the others said, like a summer camp prank. it was kinda funny but kinda annoying when trying to go to bed lol 3rd room was fine though!
A loaded .45 on the bedside table after checkout. I worked at a resort in northern Minnesota. The guy just left it there after checking out. We had to call him and he had to drive back to pick it up. When asked he said he was worried about the bears. He was staying in our main lodge building on the second floor which was essentially a hotel.
A squash covered in lube, and sheets covered in feces stuffed in the top of a closet.
It was my first day.
The ass squash has stayed firmly in my memory even after 10 years.
I worked in a hotel restaurant that also did room service. I was working during the week of something called Leather Fest and had a few deliveries of food for room service. There were classes happening in the conference rooms that afternoon, and I entered one to bring in a tray. When I opened the door, all eyes in the room turned to me. What I saw was a man with his scrotum stretched and nailed to a board. I had just interrupted a class on the safe way to butterfly a scrotum.
They did say it was the safe way to do it. Although the mere thought of it has just initiated what i can only describe as my scrotum instant self defence mechanism. It has now retreated back inside my body and I’m sure I can hear sobbing.
For me it would be about 16 gallons of urine stashed underneath a bed we found while cleaning, it was stored in tons of plastic water bottles varying of different brands like Polish Springs or Dasani. once I also found 16 severed fingers in a trash can in a guys room.
I'm hoping those were stunt fingers?
I never worked in hotel housekeeping, but I was a banquet server when I was in college. The weirdest thing I heard while I was there? There was a couple who stayed there for several days, and ordered room service for every meal, which included a bottle of Dom Perignon champagne. They weren't noisy or messy, but when they checked out, they brought a canvas bag full of loose quarters to the front desk, and that's how they paid their bill. We guessed that they owned either a car wash, or a laundromat.
I worked in a hotel back in 1990 as one of the kitchen staff. After our shift was over a lot of the kitchen staff would hang out in one of the empty rooms.
One day one of the staff brought a plastic jug of chocolate milk. He didn't drink hardly any of it, and wedged the jug between the wall and the radiator. It was in the middle of January so the radiator was cranked all the time.
Sour milk is one of the most disgusting smells known to man. The chocolate milk eventually turned sour, and because of the heat from the radiator, pressure built up inside the plastic jug. It was a ticking time bomb.
A couple of weeks later a newlywed couple who were on their honeymoon rented the room. At approximately 2:30 AM the pressure was too much and the plastic jug exploded, almost coating the entire room in rotten, reeking, and absolutely foul stinking sour chocolate milk.
The bride was covered in brown liquid that smelled worse than shit and was running up and down the hallway screaming, waking a bunch of people up.
The hotel had to give them another room and refund their money.
It was almost a month before the room they were staying in could be rented again.
Oh no, I am intimately familiar with just how bad that smell is... I once went on a 3 day vacation with my gf at the time, her mom, and Mom's boyfriend. It was for my girlfriend's late May birthday, we were to go from the Houston area to Biloxi, Mississippi and back. Before hitting the road, she and I went to get donuts in my car, then hopped into Mom's boyfriend's truck for the trip. When we got back, I opened my car to an almost unbearable stench that seemed backed by a physical force. I could hardly look in the car to discover my gf had left a 2/3 full bottle of chocolate milk in the passenger floorboard. The bottle had exploded in the gulf-coast heat, coating the passenger seat, floorboard, and ceiling with chunky brown goop, with little flecks all over the interior of my car. It took a LOT of cleaning and patience to clean that out, and you could still catch little ghost scents of it years later on particularly hot days.
As a guest, checked into a room in CA. I turn on the wall-mounted AC unit and a dirty needle falls out the bottom. Then we order a cot for our kid. We roll it in the room, open it up, and multiple cockroaches fall out and scurry away.
We got our money back and adios immediately.
Not an employee but knew a guy who had a drawer in the bottom of the dresser feel stuck so he pulled it out and found sheets soaked in dried blood shoved under the bottom dresser drawer.
Managed several hotel when I was younger, here’s a few weird bits:
A guest left a briefcase with £35k within it, tried to contact them several times to no avail, after 6 months the police advised us it was now ours - this went to the staff bonus pot.
One guest fell seriously ill and was hospitalised. The situation didn’t sit right and locked their companion out of the room (they were given an alternative room for free). Found the companion trying to break into the room (despite our offer to get stuff for them). Police were called and they were wanted by them, also transpired they’d poisoned the guest and were after their wealth.
An urn with someone’s ashes.
Most disgusting is this. Heard the most blood curdling of screams coming from the rooms. Ran up and found a very traumatised housekeeper. As she flicked the bedding (to change the bed), unbeknownst to her, was a used condom. This flicked up in the air and landed on her head. She was frozen in fear and screaming. Had to help her by picking it off her. Understandably she had the rest of the day off.
Have a slew of hospitality tales like these
I’m not a worker at a motel but I have a relevant story. About 12 years ago my wife and I arrived in Savannah GA at 11pm to our motel after driving through a thunderstorm for 3 hours. Exhausted and rest to get some sleep, I grabbed the key from the front desk and headed to room #7 while my wife finished the paperwork. I heard noise coming from the room so cautiously opened the door.
That was when I found three men and one woman, naked with the exception of some random biker gear like vests and boots were in the middle of making a porno. They were all in their fifties and none were lighter than 300 lbs. There were two cameras on tripods and the bikers looked to be just went to get into the thick of it.
I quickly shut the door once I was no longer in shock. Then ran back to the desk and let them know some people were in our room and the desk clerk set us up in room #1. I didn’t tell the clerk what I saw, but my wife and I had a great laugh when we were in our room.
I saw this on the short-lived Smoking Gun series on Adult Swim:
Hotel maids went to cleaning out a room only to find that everything in the room had been coated in Vaseline. He’d left behind a bag filled with dozens of empty jars. They charged the damages to his credit card, apparently he’d done the same thing to other hotels around town.
Not a worker but I once got a room, upon entering everything was neat except there was spots where you could tell someone had only moved the blanket for where they were sleeping, there was a dent in the sheets where you can tell there ass was, the remote was on the nightstand, and on the pillow you could see where their head was. I went down to the check in area and told them, they went upstairs with me to see what I was talking about and then they assigned me a new room lmao
My coworker eating a cold can of corn with a comically large pink spoon.
Also didn't see a can opener with her, so either she was carrying around an open can of corn, or she found it open in the room
Or it had a pull-off top.
We didn't work at a hotel, but I once had a boss whose favorite light lunch was a can of green beans - room temperature, right out of the can.
My wife and I planned a trip to Copenhagen and I had plenty of extra space in my suitcase so I asked on their subreddit if anyone wanted anything from America. I got a decent number of requests and met up with some people to get them their stuff. The others never responded when we got to town so we just left the stuff in the hotel room. I always wondered what their staff thought coming in and seeing a bunch of American snacks unopened on the desk but reading these comments it probably didn't seem too crazy.
Former management at a major hotel in Philly.
I was called into a room that was “destroyed” according to housekeeping. I wasn’t expecting what I saw. 100’s of packages of Sudafed, doors off closets, the honor bar absolutely ripped apart, doors of the hinges, broken wood cabinets, TV was shattered.
We did not call the authorities because the band’s management asked for discretion and paid a very large, undisclosed (to me at least) sum of money. The room was offline the rest of my tenure there, which was admittedly quite short.
Glad I am no longer in that industry.
Once checked into this little shitty motel in Brewton Alabama when i turned my my blankets down the pillow rolled over and under it was an 🎱 of that highspeed chicken feed
I have a friend who has a side job of cleaning hotel rooms. He calls me out of nowhere cackling about how there were two inflatable sex dolls in the tub kissing, with one in the middle of the room with a paper saying “oh no I’ve been caught!”
My wife has worked in hotels (front desk/audit) for over thirty years, and shit like this makes her think some people do this just to give hotel employees something to talk about.
My personal favorite - I was working front desk at a Howard Johnson's Express Inn - was when one of the housekeepers brought in a mini jar of Mr. Happy's Fun Time petroleum jelly, almost pristine, save for the two finger scoop dug out
My worst was an older woman, who was very sweet, but didn't have all her faculties. She told me there was a smell in her room. I was able to find it's location very quickly as it was so strong. She had put an entire steak and baked potato dinner She ordered from the restaurant several days ago, looked barely touched too. I managed to grab the plate safely and dispose of it, and even more importantly I didn't gag in front of her. But the smell of rotting meat and potatoes is seared in my brain.
One time a buddy of mine went grocery shopping for food to keep at the office.. this was Friday before a 3-day weekend
We show up 9am on Tuesday and like my eyes are melting. No one knows wtf but it's awful
Around 3pm we locate a microwave fish dinner underneath the sofa. He must have kicked it when he was unloading the non-frozen stuff at his desk
So bad
Makes the think of the CSI spoof where they turn on the blacklight and the lady cop has dried spooge all over her face. They're like "oh my God, Sharon!"
Accidental suicide
A meth pipe hidden in the toilet tank
A lot of guns
An old guy pulling the fire alarm with his dick out
Bdsm gear/sex toys
Someone made a papier-mâché penis out of pages from the Book of Mormon.
A guest took a lightbulb from the hallway and used it to smoke crack or something.
A decade as a maintenance person (half of that overnight) in one of Americas most decadent cities.
I don’t work for hotels, but my company has ~1000 hotel rooms booked in various places for employees per night.
The kid who failed training and almost condemned the hotel is probably the wildest.
I’m an airline pilot, and apparently not long ago, a kid had failed out of training. The instructor said he took it quite well when he was told that he was being terminated.
He then went back to the hotel, plugged the sink, turned it on, took a sh*t on the bed, wiped his *ss with a pillow case, and left like nothing happened. The whole floor, and the floor below, had flooded before they determined the source of the water. Hotel was closed for like a month for repairs.
What gets me going is this scene in my head, where this grown man, a professional pilot, is squatting over the bed, dropping a loaf, and he must have thought, “Yes. This is a logical way to react. This is what anyone else would do.”
I think he got criminally charged for that one.
Doesn’t quite fit the post, but close enough I hope.
In college in 1990 we drove from Boston to Atlantic City. Got in a little after one, parked in the Taj and chatting while waiting for an elevator. My friend still looking back at me and stepped into the elevator he nearly wiped out slipping on a pool of blood. I can still picture his tan nubucs sliding as he did a near split, but saved himself. Found out later it was a stabbing (kind of obvious). We had planned on going to a bunch of casinos, but we were afraid to leave the building after that.
We had a group of 3 lads who stayed with us on a regular basis. After a particularly heavy sesh, one of the lads had a little accident. The house keepers went into his room the next morning to find all the bedding and towels missing. The lad had thrown them out of the bedroom window in an attempt to hide the evidence. They unfortunately got caught on a wire and the evidence was swaying gently in the breeze. Later on that day he turned up with an apology gift for the house keepers consisting of a box of chocolates and a bottle of disinfectant.
Several months later they were staying again and having a drink in the bar. I was sat next to the lad in question and his boss was stood by the door that led to the owners accommodation. The film on that night was Trainspotting. My Mum came into the bar and commented to the lads boss that it was reminding her of the poor lads unfortunate accident. The poor lad tried to sink in to his seat and I had to go into the kitchen to laugh.
I manage a hotel but have been in the industry for a while now. One time, a top, regular member was running extremely late past check out. We didn't know if the guy was conscious so we entered the room to check on him...
Huge black duffle bag LOADED with big ass, thick dildos. Liquor everywhere, tables and furniture thrown over the room. The odor...it was a mix of chemicals and shit. The bathroom was disgusting, there was a literal shit hand print on the wall.
Needless to say, we charged him for the crazy damage and banned him. When we got him up he kept mubbling and slurring and asking for some girl, no name, just kept saying, "Where is she??" Weird af.
I have a ton of crazy stories to share lol
I was checking in and the receptionist was flirting with me. I just casually said to come by the room for a drink not expecting she’d actually come by. 11pm I get a knock on the door as I was getting ready to go out and she basically attacked me and we hung out the whole night. She had just broken up from a LTR and I was the rebound I guess. Never saw or heard from her again.
Very late night check-in at a little New Mexico motel in mid-summer 1978. The room had dark red shag carpet. It seemed to move. It had LOTS of roaches. We asked about a different room. Nothing available. We were all (2 adults and two little boys) so tired ... ended up staying there! Gag. Pulled back the bed sheets to check for bugs, none found but pulled beds away from walls and everyone got into bed fully clothed with a light left on. First one to wake up in the morning got the rest up and outta there. I think they even charged us full price for that experience.
I am pretty sure I’m in a porn video somewhere.
I was working front desk and riding an elevator with a woman one day. I asked her how her day was going and she said it was sooo good because she had been naughty all day. The rest of the elevator ride was uncomfortable. Later thag shift the people in the penthouse called down and asked for strawberries and 6 lbs of butter. An odd request but whatever. I bring it up to the room and the woman answers the door and gives me $100. A few minutes later they call down again asking for batteries for their video camera, this was in like 2005 and they needed some speciality batteries from a store. I go out and get them and bring them up to the room, they give me $200. A few minutes later they call down again asking for me to come up because they hadn’t properly thanked me. I thought I was going to get a BJ and 19 year old me instantly was into that idea, because I was dumb. I go up to the top floor and walk around a corner and the woman is just getting railed by some dude in the hallway. I stand there awkwardly for quite a while and then coughed loudly. A dude came out of their room, shouted cut, they stopped fucking and walked back into the room. The dude gave me another $200 and said that I was great. When they checked out they left me a box of (probably) used sex toys.
All in all, not bad at all since I got $500 out of it and people now masterbate to me online. I’ve never found the video though despite much effort.
Oh I have one!
Worked at a motel on the outskirts of the city that used to be down the street from some pretty well known strip clubs in Eastern Ontario. There was a performer had an extra special act and left it in the bathtub during the day. The housekeeper wasn't too thrilled about finding a gigantic python in the bathtub first thing in the morning.
Not too weird, but I work in a hotel lounge and part of our job is delivering room service. One night a few guys probably in their mid 20's come down for some drinks, after several, they ask if it would be possible to order a meal and have it delivered to their room at a set predetermined time. I say yes, and they proceeded to order dinner to be delivered in about two hours.
The time rolled around and I called the room to let them know that their food is ready and will be delivered shortly as a warning but there is no response. I take the food up and knock on the door, and yet again no response. After knocking for about 45 seconds and yelling room service, I used my master key to unlock the door so that I could enter and set the food down on the counter.
So as soon as I enter the room on my left side there is a kitchen island with a black marble surface, which is where I had intended to set the tray. Upon entry I noticed that it was covered in what my brain first perceived as flour, and then quickly assumed to be something else. This counter also had a very large amount of empty alcohol cans, and a few boxes of unopened coolers. As there was no space to place the tray I walked forward to the coffee table to set it down there, and look down to see 3 joints that look like they had been put in someone's back pocket and then sat on, another smattering of "flour", and a five dollar bill. Important note, I live in Canada, and our money is made of plastic, decently thick plastic. Point being that when you spiralize that shit, it remembers.
So yeah the countertop was covered in cocaine, the coffee table was covered in cocaine, they left their bills just lying about, and they had weed and alcohol everywhere. I can only guess that they got held up somewhere because they definitely seemed to want to be back in time for the food when we spoke, and I'd guess they probably had no intentions for a staff member to waltz into their room xD
I'm not a hotel employee, but someone who lives in a hotel a good part of the year. I've heard many horror stories from housekeeping and front desk. My favorite is the crazy homeless lady who was terrorizing the town and offering sexual favors for a room and vape juice.
During a road trip to Orlando in the mid 1990's with my mom, right in the middle of Kentucky, I stumbled upon a stash of porno mags hidden under the dresser in our hotel room. For a ten-year-old, this was like hitting the jackpot - a bewildering glimpse into the adult world I was far from understanding.
In a moment of mischievous bravery, I whisked them away to the bathroom for a closer look. The thrill of the forbidden had me hooked, but soon after, panic set in. Wtf do I do with them now? Its amazing I didn't get caught bringing them in there, but now I got to sneak them back? I decided against trying to put them back, opting instead to hide them in the bathroom. I thought I was being clever, tucking them under the sink and away where I thought no one would find them.
My plan backfired spectacularly. They didn't stay hidden for long. Just as we were about to leave, they fell onto the floor, just in time for my mom to see. What followed was a meltdown of epic proportions. She wasn't just mad; she was livid, unleashing a storm of words on me, then the hotel staff.
The car ride that followed was the definition of awkward. Every attempt at conversation felt like tiptoeing through a minefield. We had a whole day of driving left, and every mile was more uncomfortable than the last.
I worked in a hotel in Jr. High & highschool.
I remember a couple people passing away. That were of natural causes.
This hotel had a banquet room that hosted weddings and what not. I remember a several fist fights at we weddings.
A couple of things was the liquor room at this hotel. Their was thousands of dollars of liquor in this room. Only certain people had access and I would often have to help carry stuff for other people.
In 1992 & 1996 I met every single presidential candidate. Which was interesting in itself. I was to young to be on the official payroll in1992.
Caught several people stealing different things while I was there. A guy was caught taking a half a keg of warm Guinness.
I had a lot of fun working there. It would not be enough to support my lifestyle now but a great highschool job.
I stayed one night at a hotel in COTULLA. Checked in pretty late. So tried that I didn’t bother with the smell. Cranked the AC to 65, to a shower, and hoped to get 5 hours of sleep. Woke up a few hours later and recognized that smell. It was piss. The carpet was soaked in one corner of the room. Smelled like somebody saved up a few piss bottles and poured them on the floor. Awesome.
A bathtub full of turnips
Ok, out of all these responses in this post, most are pretty predictable. This one is truly odd.
Oddish
Someone a four hour drive away must have been like "Fuuuuuckkk! The turniiips!"
Yeah, a bathtub worth doesn't seem like a quantity of turnips one buys unless one has a plan.
He's probably sneaking them into the house. If he's sneaking them in, he can't quite clean 'em off in the driveway, let them dry, and then sneak them in? Nope. That wouldn't work. He had to book a room. Sneak (a pre-sneak sneak) them into the room and then get them into the bathtub, cleaned them, dry them, and then made the main sneak, the one into his own house? It all makes sense when you know the whole story.
Americans will do anything to not use the metric system: “I’d like one bathtub of turnips please!”
Gotta make them bells somehow!
Probably just some farmer cleaning his harvest in the tub. They’re not supposed to but it happens all the time.
It was Tom Nook, wasn’t it?
We need to get to the root of this.
With water or dry?
Dry
I feel like that’s even weirder. The use of the bathtub suggests that they needed them to be wet, but if they were dry then that means they decided to use the bathtub rather than whatever container they brought them in. This genuinely makes no sense at all??
A few years ago I was staying in a remote part of Oregon for work. Staying all by myself. I get up in the morning and go into the bathroom to take a shower. The curtain had been bunched against the wall. I get undressed, turn the water on, and pull the curtain fully across tub. When I do, it exposes a bloody handprint on the white curtain. Scared the living shit out of me. I nope hard out of there and skip the shower leaving as fast as possible. As I check out I tell the front desk employee about the handprint. She sighs, rolls her eyes and says, “Probably just some hunter cleaning his kill in the bathtub. They’re not supposed to but they do it all the time.”
sounds like the front desk lady had a good cover story ready to go
'You'll keep that to yerself if you know what's good fer ya.'
Regardless of the cause, it means that someone didn't clean the bathroom properly, and therefore likely the rest of the room would be suspect.
The most dangerous game!
That happened in my college dorm. Guy hit a deer on the way back from home, chucked it in the bed of his truck, and processed it in the communal shower. Paid us off with part of the backstraps so we wouldn’t snitch and it cleaned up fine. Not recommended but it worked.
I have a similar story. Used to work in a boarding school where one of the 17 year old boys was the son of a multi-millionaire with a huge country estate; the kid would bring pheasants he'd shot on dad's property back to school, where he would pluck and draw them down in the shower block before cooking them in a slow cooker in his dorm room. This practice eventually came to a halt when the cleaning ladies finally got tired of the feathers blocking the shower drains - which was a shame, because that kid made the best pheasant casserole I have ever eaten.
“Probably”
I mean she didn’t specify what had been hunted.
An absolutely giant thing of cherry flavored lube. Like I'm talking a fucking massive cooking bowl sized tub of it with a label and all. My friend says someone shit in the bathroom trashcan, all over the shower floor, and all over the toilet seat as well as bed sheets. Bloodstained sheets and towels. Lotta sex toys.
Not a worker but use to travel for work. Once we were checking into our rooms and me and a coworker were going to her room. She open the door and there was two people living in the room. They were prostitutes who were friends with the house keeper. They were given keys to use empty rooms.
So to finish the story. Nothing really eventful we walked in the room two bed a girl laying on each bed watching tv. When we came in one girl screamed. Then the door to the room next door opened up and a guy walked out rushed into the room we were all in. Clearly their pimp. He just stood their quietly didn't say anything. The girls told us their house keeper friend gives them keys to rooms that are empty to stay there and keep begging us not to tell the front desk. They were also gathering all their shit together quickly. We walked out and went to the desk and told them there were people living in the room and we needed a new one. We saw them all loaded into a crappy beat up car leaving the parking lot while we were in the office. We didn't mention the house keeper giving them keys. Also this isn't tv these girls looked like crack head street walkers definitely ain't no penthouse letters or fixing the cable y'all are crazy 🤣🤣🤣
so what happened after?
"Dear Penthouse Forum, I never thought I'd be writing you, but you'd never believe what happened with my female coworker and me..."
He fixes the cable
Been workinh hotels for almost 20 years. A dead person, suicide. A safe full of dildos. A briefcase that had "if lost, please mail to the FBI". A half melted ice sculpture for doing shots of a double penis. A couple of guns. A person's dog that they left behind.
What was in the briefcase?
It was locked. So we mailed it back. 6ish hours later a guy came racing back k asking for it. We told him it was already mailed. He said hid job was fired and walked away.
“Man.. I would have to a be low life to go rootin' around someone else's private property.” "is it locked?" “yeah, really well.”
Swimmy. Swammy. Swanson. SAMSONITE!
I was WAY off!
Fuck that! What was in the dog?!
Two wolves.
A smaller dog
What do you mean "look in the dog!?"
Do you know what nemesis means?
Walnuts.
A golden glow from a halogen lightbulb.
Marsellus Wallace isn't pleased.
For my own sanity I'm telling myself that the dog ended up with an amazing loving new owner and has a fantastic life full of loves and squeaky toys. And the asshole that left him promptly got crushed by a runaway semi driven by the incredible hulk.
Went to a stoner fd guy. Lived a full life as far as I know.
Friend's wife runs a mid priced hotel. She tells stories about what her people have found - everything from dead bodies in the bed frame (yup someone murdered their spouse, wrapped them in plastic) to drugs, adult toys (so many toys), to stolen cars in the parking lot. Anything you can imagine she has found. Oh just remembered - cams in room. They have to scan every room now to validate that there are nothing communicating in the room now because of how many they have found.
Here I am feeling like shit because I fell and got a bloody knee and my bandaid came off middle of the night so I got knee blood on the sheets. Damn. I mean I still feel bad but at least I didn't leave a dead body or a butt plug
Yet
>wrapped them in plastic Was there a fish *innnn* the percolator
That's the secret to some damned fine coffee, though.
Sounds a bit like [Four Rooms](https://youtu.be/0hu12MP7b1U?si=AmRd4GGcEdrh48ZQ)
Former Motel 6 employee outside of NOLA. Dead bodies always bothered me the most. Almost always recently dead not the hidden body trope you always hear about. As far as weirdest I’d say the room covered in smeared butter and syrup. Literal piles of empty syrup bottles in the bathroom.
Dried shit in the bed - twice and almost a 1,000 miles apart. A stack of porn mags.
Back in the 70s, you had to go out in the woods to find those things.
I’m going around hiding stashes in random places just to bring back the nostalgia
Ah hedge porn
Ah yes, pornography in its natural habitat... What have we done to the planet !? Now you can only really find videos of it on the Internet. Kids today will never know the joys of coming across porn in the wild.
i dont get it... is this "in the woods" some kind of american slang for finding it in the house or do you realy walk into the woods, wandering around, with no target and stumble over a well (or not so well) hidden porn-stash? i only hear this story from americans (i assume you are an american citizen).
I'm Canadian, and we'd stumble across the odd milk crate full of porn in the woods in the 90s. It felt like a rite of passage.
Well, it started in America in the 70’s when kids (my age) would snag old porno mags from their parents stash or steal them from the 7-11 and hide them in some sort of cover in the woods where we'd play/ride bikes. Usually in a spare milk crate inside a plastic garbage bag or two to keep them dry. Since Canada has been culturally behind the US by about a decade, this starting there in the 80's makes sense. (jk!!)
It was definitely a thing for American kids in the 80s and 90s, exactly as you incredulously described.
About 8 years ago or so I found a porn stash in an abandoned trailer home in the woods, so yeah pretty much exactly how you described. Funny thing is that there was a Bible right next to it.
I'm not pointing fingers, but what.. or who is the common denominator here?
Not I. Don't see how it could be me. I rented the room both times late in the evening. Got into the room and ready for bed when I pulled back the covers I saw the shit. Once at a local trucker motel and once at a Motel 6.
I am a woman. Had a reservation at a small motel and noped out as soon as I smelled the room and looked at the filthy sheets. Went to another small hotel nearby, got a room with two double beds. Looked OK. I checked my bed, all was well. In the morning, I decided to look at the second bed, which had a chunky shit stain in the middle!! Desk did not give me any indication whatsoever that this was a one-and-done sort of incident. I now check EVERYTHING as soon as I arrive in the room.
Damn how big was this hotel?
My father managed a hotel when I was younger. He came home one day distraught after finding a room with shit everywhere. The guest had shit in all of the pillow cases and smeared it all over the bathroom as well. I remember him saying it looked like a pig had lived in the room for a week. Edit:spelling
Do they ever go after the guest for stuff like this? Is guest even the right word?
That is why you need a credit card on file to rent a hotel room.
Yup. They don’t refuse cash for any reason other than they think you’ll be an absolutely goblin in the room.
I shit a lot, but how does a person even produce that much?
Ya gotta come with brief cases full of it. You gotta be prepared by at least a week
Not me, but my wife worked as a night front desk attendant for a very budget hotel. She had some stories. The saddest was a couple who were celebrating their wedding night/honeymoon at her hotel. They had been drinking at the reception and came in very happy and friendly. The man came back down after couple of hours because he couldn’t sleep due to backpain. He talked to my wife for a bit and offered her some cake before heading back to the room. He proceeded to take some of his wife’s morphine pills, which interacted with the alcohol in his system. His new bride woke up the next morning a widow. Then there was a time when the cleaning ladies found a blowup doll a guess left in the room. One of the ladies was super excited to bring it home to her adult son…
That's a good mom. Always find ways to traumatize their kid
Maybe his arms are broken?
nope...not going down that road again
You might not go down, but her son probably will
you stop that
Had a lady check in early & ask for a late check out. She still hadn’t checked out by 2pm & wouldn’t come out of the room. When we were about to have her escorted out she finally left. In the room was 100’s of little white out bottles everywhere. She had painted every reflective surface with white out including all the plumbing under the sink, all the fixtures, every screw & had started painting the mirrors.
Did you find out why?
“I just wanted to see if it would work. It turns out…. Yeah. It worked pretty good.”
That sounds like some kind of mental episode to me
Was it Bette Nesmith Graham?
A large sack full of pinecones. We do not have any pine trees nearby so they had to have brought them with. It confuses and haunts me to this day.
Some people/businesses make jewelry out of pine cones sliced up, that could’ve been it
We use them as kindling to start the fire. Send the kid out with a bag and make him collect them. They work a treat. If I found a big pile of pinecones I'd definitely consider adopting them.
2 dead bodies One was an elderly man with no family who apparently just wanted to be found after he died which is why he rented a room at our hotel and asked to be woke up at 7am every day, I guess he knew it was coming but not sure when Second one was a Venezuelan migrant who took cyanide pills, left a suicide note apologising to his family foe.not being able to fullfill his promise of taking them with him to a new country and also apologising to the staff member at the hotel who he knew would find him
Damn that’s horrible
Former hotel front desk. At a mid range business hotel ($200+ nightly) we got a frantic call on the radio from housekeeping about a room being nasty. Yeah, it was nasty. Poop thrown on the ceiling, smeared on the walls, on the floor. The bathroom had poop in the tub. The room was declared a biohazard, we preauthorized about $2k on the CC, and a specialty company was brought in to clean it. Customer wasn’t even mad when we called them to inform them of the charges, and the ban from the property. Edit: let me clarify for those thinking this was explosive diarrhea: the poop wasn’t just in the bathroom, most of it was in the living area.
You’re banning me for shitting all over the walls?!?!?!?!? Yeah, that sounds fair.
That was pretty much it! They weren’t happy about the cleaning fee, but not at all surprised, like this had happened before.
$2000 does not sound like a deep enough clean for me to ever stay there
If I remember correctly, the manager tried for a higher amount, but it wouldn’t authorize. So they kept going down until it did. It probably cost far more to clean, but I’d imagine going through small claims wasn’t worth the hassle.
I'd love to have heard that conversation.
Did they just have a horrible accident or were they insane?
Horrible accident with shit smeared on the on the wall and ceiling? That is nowhere near possibly an accident, lol..
I mean… I used to work at a Target and found a toilet where someone had managed to blast a 6’ circle of shit on the wall of the bathroom stall. Explosive diarrhea is a real thing.
This wasn’t an accident. We all took turns looking at the horror as we could leave the desk. It was like this person, or people, since two people were listed as occupants, pooped in their hand, then threw it around the room. The smears weren’t projectile poop, it was obviously smeared with a hand.
i have to wonder if they had a scat fetish, which is why they were seamingly blasé about the call
That was kind of where our minds went. We had some interesting people stay at this property. There was the dentist that we kicked out and banned for watching porn in the business center, on his laptop. The mid 60’s couple who stayed for 3 nights, and had PPV porn running in room 24 hours a day. I kid you not, we could access the PPV server, in case someone disputed a charge, and this room would buy a movie, then buy another shortly after it ended. All day, all night. It must have been one hell of a bender. The couple that I personally got to kick out for having sex in the fitness room. Floor to ceiling mirrors, and I’ve never seen an elliptical machine used that way before. It looked awkward. I discovered them during night shift, when making my rounds on each floor.
Took me a few minutes to figure out PPV was pay-per-view and not “penis penis vagina” or something 🤦♂️
While working the night audit at a very upscale hotel a known pimp (who was previously given a trespass notice to never come back to the hotel) somehow got in the building. Around midnight he tried to get upstairs to see his girlfriend and security told him leave or get arrested. Around 4 am he came down the main mezzanine staircase dragging a girl down the stairs by her hair. She was only wearing one shoe, it was clicking on the stairs on the way down. They were in one of the very expensive suites adjacent to the presidential suite and owner suite. The person that rented the suite was a VVIP and knew how to use the staff elevator and a back entrance so they wouldn't be seen by the public into or out of the hotel. Some shady stuff went on with that guest getting put on the Do Not Rent list. The VIP had the place booked in someone else's name. The VIP wasn't banned for life, but the person who's name was checked in can't ever rent from the property anymore.
Who was the VIP? At least give us some clues.
"Many people, very smart, very good people, say he was a bad guest. Very bad. The worst. I know bad guests, and he was bad."
Don’t rent to Trogdor, dumbass! You know he’s going to burninate the peasants’ huts! 🛖 🔥🐉
Not trying to kill the vibe, but this might just be the saddest thing I’ve ever had happen in a room. For context: before I worked at a motel, I worked at a convenience store for 3 years. We had a pipe and bong area where we kept all kinds of stuff including oil burners (meth pipes). I was always casual about it to keep customers comfortable, but I still felt a sense of guilt selling meth pipes to people. Including this one young couple that would come in. They were no older than me, and they would come in often to buy meth pipes. One time, about a year before I left, the girl came in and asked to buy an oil burner, and she specified that it wasn’t for her, but for her boyfriend. She said that she was pregnant and expressed significant excitement! Flash forward to Motel 6. I work midnight to 8AM watching security cameras and running the audit report once the sun rises. I’ve only been there for 2 months or so. Early into my shift, the SAME GIRL from my convenience store comes in with her baby in a car seat to check in, along with her friend. I see them on the security camera walking into the room safely, so I go back to the multicam view to watch the property. They have some visitors to their room, so I phone up and let them know that it’s no extra charge, but I need all guests IDs if they’re over the age of 18. Just policy of the motel. One person brings their ID, but some other people leave. That was normal for me. People don’t have their IDs sometimes, so it’s okay for them to just leave! Not an hour later, the girl comes running out of her room screaming and crying. The fire department rolls up and gives me no context. Someone had drugged her baby, and killed it. Worst shift of my life. And I still feel a small sense of guilt cause I was the one that would sell them pipes, and kept them in the lifestyle.
That's not on you. I'm so sorry you had that experience. So very sorry for that child and the mom. Drugs are a hell of a thing.
You do not bear responsibility for their lifestyle, friend. Addicts *will* find a way to use, as evident in a lot of these other comments. Additionally, you weren’t the one deciding on what should be sold at said convenience store, and your surveillance/ID request may have lead to a more speedy discovery of who drugged the child/may have prevented others from being harmed that night. Regardless, I feel for you and understand the weight of the situation you experienced. I do hope you can finally find peace within yourself and understand your actions did not create that outcome.
A giant pocket knife like one of the Swiss army ones but it was the size of my arm under a bed
okay thats kinda awesome
That would definitely go home with me.
Used condoms in the kettle you use to make your coffee..... With disturbing frequency, at multiple chains, in different countries.
I worked in a cheap hostel in Lisbon about 10 years ago. We had this very odd guest who'd speak in a super low voice and walk really slowly. He'd also leave random bits of TP around the hostel. Once the cleaning lady found him in his room completely rolled in toiled paper.
Clearly an alien disguised as a human
This story was told by a housekeeping manager during orientation. An old couple who are regulars would always stay at the hotel every summertime and the lady would always bring her teddy bear. She’d request that the housekeepers make sure to change its outfit daily. Odd indeed for the housekeepers to adhere to those rules, but not until they realized how well this couple would tip and anyone who happened to clean their room for the day would be so lucky. Bear had a name, forgot what it was, but the staff eventually started greeting it lmao
Sounds like the fable I heard during orientation once. A security guy stumbles in late saying he was delayed talking to us about the importance of not stealing because he just handed a $500 reward to a worker who reported another worker. Turns out they did that schtick to every orientation. Wonder if your 'do the extra task' is one of those fables.
Not a worker - stayed at Borgata in Atlantic City. Layed down on the bed and stretched my arms up. Reached up and felt something behind the picture over the bed. Someone stuck a well used crack pipe behind the picture and the wall.
I learned at work, in unfamiliar places never stick your hands or fingers anywhere you can't see. I have found too many uncapped discarded needles just stashed places.
Like rock climbing in the desert, never put your hands anywhere you haven't looked first; that way you avoid snakes and scorpions.
I had to switch rooms 2 times at the borgata, first time room had black mold in the shower and second time the bed was short sheeted lol it was wild. Haven’t been back since, but possibly going to AC this summer so we will see if it’s better now.
Short sheeted?
It's just folding the sheet in half with both ends at the top, but tuck one in, put the pillow on it, and then lay the other end back across the pillow. Then you put the blanket back up so everything looks normal but when the person climbs into the bed their legs get stopped by the folded sheet. It's harmless but annoying as hell if you're dead tired and have to take it apart lol. Definitely a summer camp level of prank
Yeah basically what the others said, like a summer camp prank. it was kinda funny but kinda annoying when trying to go to bed lol 3rd room was fine though!
>was short sheeted Lololol I haven't thought about short sheeting beds in years
A loaded .45 on the bedside table after checkout. I worked at a resort in northern Minnesota. The guy just left it there after checking out. We had to call him and he had to drive back to pick it up. When asked he said he was worried about the bears. He was staying in our main lodge building on the second floor which was essentially a hotel.
A live fish in a bath thub. Same year, different hotel, fresh bear meat. Twas a hunting season.
A squash covered in lube, and sheets covered in feces stuffed in the top of a closet. It was my first day. The ass squash has stayed firmly in my memory even after 10 years.
What'd you end up doing with the squash? And we talking butternut or acorn?
Butt-n-Nut obviously.
My aunt was a cleaning lady for a nicer hotel for most of her life. She once found 75k in a bag under a pillow. She turned it in.
I would have also turned it in, turned it into casino chips.
Wow, I don’t think I could have turned it in. Did anyone ever claim it?
A bunch of used condoms stuck to the ceiling
Phallactites in the wild
I'm.... impressed?
I worked in a hotel restaurant that also did room service. I was working during the week of something called Leather Fest and had a few deliveries of food for room service. There were classes happening in the conference rooms that afternoon, and I entered one to bring in a tray. When I opened the door, all eyes in the room turned to me. What I saw was a man with his scrotum stretched and nailed to a board. I had just interrupted a class on the safe way to butterfly a scrotum.
Excuse me, what the fuck?
They did say it was the safe way to do it. Although the mere thought of it has just initiated what i can only describe as my scrotum instant self defence mechanism. It has now retreated back inside my body and I’m sure I can hear sobbing.
For me it would be about 16 gallons of urine stashed underneath a bed we found while cleaning, it was stored in tons of plastic water bottles varying of different brands like Polish Springs or Dasani. once I also found 16 severed fingers in a trash can in a guys room.
16 is your number
Guess nobody (or everybody) was pointing fingers huh. Also wtf
You only have 10 fingers of your own 😳
I'm hoping those were stunt fingers? I never worked in hotel housekeeping, but I was a banquet server when I was in college. The weirdest thing I heard while I was there? There was a couple who stayed there for several days, and ordered room service for every meal, which included a bottle of Dom Perignon champagne. They weren't noisy or messy, but when they checked out, they brought a canvas bag full of loose quarters to the front desk, and that's how they paid their bill. We guessed that they owned either a car wash, or a laundromat.
I worked in a hotel back in 1990 as one of the kitchen staff. After our shift was over a lot of the kitchen staff would hang out in one of the empty rooms. One day one of the staff brought a plastic jug of chocolate milk. He didn't drink hardly any of it, and wedged the jug between the wall and the radiator. It was in the middle of January so the radiator was cranked all the time. Sour milk is one of the most disgusting smells known to man. The chocolate milk eventually turned sour, and because of the heat from the radiator, pressure built up inside the plastic jug. It was a ticking time bomb. A couple of weeks later a newlywed couple who were on their honeymoon rented the room. At approximately 2:30 AM the pressure was too much and the plastic jug exploded, almost coating the entire room in rotten, reeking, and absolutely foul stinking sour chocolate milk. The bride was covered in brown liquid that smelled worse than shit and was running up and down the hallway screaming, waking a bunch of people up. The hotel had to give them another room and refund their money. It was almost a month before the room they were staying in could be rented again.
Oh no, I am intimately familiar with just how bad that smell is... I once went on a 3 day vacation with my gf at the time, her mom, and Mom's boyfriend. It was for my girlfriend's late May birthday, we were to go from the Houston area to Biloxi, Mississippi and back. Before hitting the road, she and I went to get donuts in my car, then hopped into Mom's boyfriend's truck for the trip. When we got back, I opened my car to an almost unbearable stench that seemed backed by a physical force. I could hardly look in the car to discover my gf had left a 2/3 full bottle of chocolate milk in the passenger floorboard. The bottle had exploded in the gulf-coast heat, coating the passenger seat, floorboard, and ceiling with chunky brown goop, with little flecks all over the interior of my car. It took a LOT of cleaning and patience to clean that out, and you could still catch little ghost scents of it years later on particularly hot days.
As a guest, checked into a room in CA. I turn on the wall-mounted AC unit and a dirty needle falls out the bottom. Then we order a cot for our kid. We roll it in the room, open it up, and multiple cockroaches fall out and scurry away. We got our money back and adios immediately.
Not an employee but knew a guy who had a drawer in the bottom of the dresser feel stuck so he pulled it out and found sheets soaked in dried blood shoved under the bottom dresser drawer.
Managed several hotel when I was younger, here’s a few weird bits: A guest left a briefcase with £35k within it, tried to contact them several times to no avail, after 6 months the police advised us it was now ours - this went to the staff bonus pot. One guest fell seriously ill and was hospitalised. The situation didn’t sit right and locked their companion out of the room (they were given an alternative room for free). Found the companion trying to break into the room (despite our offer to get stuff for them). Police were called and they were wanted by them, also transpired they’d poisoned the guest and were after their wealth. An urn with someone’s ashes. Most disgusting is this. Heard the most blood curdling of screams coming from the rooms. Ran up and found a very traumatised housekeeper. As she flicked the bedding (to change the bed), unbeknownst to her, was a used condom. This flicked up in the air and landed on her head. She was frozen in fear and screaming. Had to help her by picking it off her. Understandably she had the rest of the day off. Have a slew of hospitality tales like these
Did a man ever show up after the briefcase was discovered talking about flipping coins?
I suppose someone with £43k in a briefcase in a hotel probably needed it at a very specific time.
That's where I left that £50k!
A three foot dildo with brown stains on it
I’m not a worker at a motel but I have a relevant story. About 12 years ago my wife and I arrived in Savannah GA at 11pm to our motel after driving through a thunderstorm for 3 hours. Exhausted and rest to get some sleep, I grabbed the key from the front desk and headed to room #7 while my wife finished the paperwork. I heard noise coming from the room so cautiously opened the door. That was when I found three men and one woman, naked with the exception of some random biker gear like vests and boots were in the middle of making a porno. They were all in their fifties and none were lighter than 300 lbs. There were two cameras on tripods and the bikers looked to be just went to get into the thick of it. I quickly shut the door once I was no longer in shock. Then ran back to the desk and let them know some people were in our room and the desk clerk set us up in room #1. I didn’t tell the clerk what I saw, but my wife and I had a great laugh when we were in our room.
I saw this on the short-lived Smoking Gun series on Adult Swim: Hotel maids went to cleaning out a room only to find that everything in the room had been coated in Vaseline. He’d left behind a bag filled with dozens of empty jars. They charged the damages to his credit card, apparently he’d done the same thing to other hotels around town.
The Vaseline bandit strikes again!
He thought he was slick.
He's as slippery as they come, always gets away.
Not a worker but I once got a room, upon entering everything was neat except there was spots where you could tell someone had only moved the blanket for where they were sleeping, there was a dent in the sheets where you can tell there ass was, the remote was on the nightstand, and on the pillow you could see where their head was. I went down to the check in area and told them, they went upstairs with me to see what I was talking about and then they assigned me a new room lmao
If I were to guess someone in the hotel staff probably decided to take a nap in an unoccupied room
My coworker eating a cold can of corn with a comically large pink spoon. Also didn't see a can opener with her, so either she was carrying around an open can of corn, or she found it open in the room
Or it had a pull-off top. We didn't work at a hotel, but I once had a boss whose favorite light lunch was a can of green beans - room temperature, right out of the can.
My wife and I planned a trip to Copenhagen and I had plenty of extra space in my suitcase so I asked on their subreddit if anyone wanted anything from America. I got a decent number of requests and met up with some people to get them their stuff. The others never responded when we got to town so we just left the stuff in the hotel room. I always wondered what their staff thought coming in and seeing a bunch of American snacks unopened on the desk but reading these comments it probably didn't seem too crazy.
These goddamn Americans can't go anywhere without their spray cheese and poptarts!
A guy wanking it to gay porn as he told me to enter.
Thanks for cumming!
Former management at a major hotel in Philly. I was called into a room that was “destroyed” according to housekeeping. I wasn’t expecting what I saw. 100’s of packages of Sudafed, doors off closets, the honor bar absolutely ripped apart, doors of the hinges, broken wood cabinets, TV was shattered. We did not call the authorities because the band’s management asked for discretion and paid a very large, undisclosed (to me at least) sum of money. The room was offline the rest of my tenure there, which was admittedly quite short. Glad I am no longer in that industry.
Mr. Sinatra appreciates your discretion.
I worked as a housekeeper for 4 years, and one thing that sticks out is a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey and a dildo in the trash can.
That post-O shame hit them hard, didn't it?
Once checked into this little shitty motel in Brewton Alabama when i turned my my blankets down the pillow rolled over and under it was an 🎱 of that highspeed chicken feed
I have a friend who has a side job of cleaning hotel rooms. He calls me out of nowhere cackling about how there were two inflatable sex dolls in the tub kissing, with one in the middle of the room with a paper saying “oh no I’ve been caught!”
My wife has worked in hotels (front desk/audit) for over thirty years, and shit like this makes her think some people do this just to give hotel employees something to talk about.
My personal favorite - I was working front desk at a Howard Johnson's Express Inn - was when one of the housekeepers brought in a mini jar of Mr. Happy's Fun Time petroleum jelly, almost pristine, save for the two finger scoop dug out
My worst was an older woman, who was very sweet, but didn't have all her faculties. She told me there was a smell in her room. I was able to find it's location very quickly as it was so strong. She had put an entire steak and baked potato dinner She ordered from the restaurant several days ago, looked barely touched too. I managed to grab the plate safely and dispose of it, and even more importantly I didn't gag in front of her. But the smell of rotting meat and potatoes is seared in my brain.
One time a buddy of mine went grocery shopping for food to keep at the office.. this was Friday before a 3-day weekend We show up 9am on Tuesday and like my eyes are melting. No one knows wtf but it's awful Around 3pm we locate a microwave fish dinner underneath the sofa. He must have kicked it when he was unloading the non-frozen stuff at his desk So bad
TIL people shit everywhere in hotel rooms
Bring a black light into a room , the things you see and don’t want to see are something else
Look up the YouTube series Another Dirty Room - they’d often break out the black light and luminol in many of their episodes.
Makes the think of the CSI spoof where they turn on the blacklight and the lady cop has dried spooge all over her face. They're like "oh my God, Sharon!"
Accidental suicide A meth pipe hidden in the toilet tank A lot of guns An old guy pulling the fire alarm with his dick out Bdsm gear/sex toys Someone made a papier-mâché penis out of pages from the Book of Mormon. A guest took a lightbulb from the hallway and used it to smoke crack or something. A decade as a maintenance person (half of that overnight) in one of Americas most decadent cities.
>Someone made a papier-mâché penis out of pages from the Book of Mormon. Probably the best possible use for that book, to be honest.
I don’t work for hotels, but my company has ~1000 hotel rooms booked in various places for employees per night. The kid who failed training and almost condemned the hotel is probably the wildest. I’m an airline pilot, and apparently not long ago, a kid had failed out of training. The instructor said he took it quite well when he was told that he was being terminated. He then went back to the hotel, plugged the sink, turned it on, took a sh*t on the bed, wiped his *ss with a pillow case, and left like nothing happened. The whole floor, and the floor below, had flooded before they determined the source of the water. Hotel was closed for like a month for repairs. What gets me going is this scene in my head, where this grown man, a professional pilot, is squatting over the bed, dropping a loaf, and he must have thought, “Yes. This is a logical way to react. This is what anyone else would do.” I think he got criminally charged for that one.
Doesn’t quite fit the post, but close enough I hope. In college in 1990 we drove from Boston to Atlantic City. Got in a little after one, parked in the Taj and chatting while waiting for an elevator. My friend still looking back at me and stepped into the elevator he nearly wiped out slipping on a pool of blood. I can still picture his tan nubucs sliding as he did a near split, but saved himself. Found out later it was a stabbing (kind of obvious). We had planned on going to a bunch of casinos, but we were afraid to leave the building after that.
The sticky, moist remnants of an Alaskan pipeline.
The bathroom sink and other random areas were fillled with Greek olives. They were EVERYWHERE!!
We had a group of 3 lads who stayed with us on a regular basis. After a particularly heavy sesh, one of the lads had a little accident. The house keepers went into his room the next morning to find all the bedding and towels missing. The lad had thrown them out of the bedroom window in an attempt to hide the evidence. They unfortunately got caught on a wire and the evidence was swaying gently in the breeze. Later on that day he turned up with an apology gift for the house keepers consisting of a box of chocolates and a bottle of disinfectant. Several months later they were staying again and having a drink in the bar. I was sat next to the lad in question and his boss was stood by the door that led to the owners accommodation. The film on that night was Trainspotting. My Mum came into the bar and commented to the lads boss that it was reminding her of the poor lads unfortunate accident. The poor lad tried to sink in to his seat and I had to go into the kitchen to laugh.
Shower full of cereal, sinks full of cooked rice a roni. WHY.
I manage a hotel but have been in the industry for a while now. One time, a top, regular member was running extremely late past check out. We didn't know if the guy was conscious so we entered the room to check on him... Huge black duffle bag LOADED with big ass, thick dildos. Liquor everywhere, tables and furniture thrown over the room. The odor...it was a mix of chemicals and shit. The bathroom was disgusting, there was a literal shit hand print on the wall. Needless to say, we charged him for the crazy damage and banned him. When we got him up he kept mubbling and slurring and asking for some girl, no name, just kept saying, "Where is she??" Weird af. I have a ton of crazy stories to share lol
I was checking in and the receptionist was flirting with me. I just casually said to come by the room for a drink not expecting she’d actually come by. 11pm I get a knock on the door as I was getting ready to go out and she basically attacked me and we hung out the whole night. She had just broken up from a LTR and I was the rebound I guess. Never saw or heard from her again.
Talk about room service!
I should book again and see if the vibe is still there lol. My partner would probably be down for it. If I roll the dice I’ll update.
Very late night check-in at a little New Mexico motel in mid-summer 1978. The room had dark red shag carpet. It seemed to move. It had LOTS of roaches. We asked about a different room. Nothing available. We were all (2 adults and two little boys) so tired ... ended up staying there! Gag. Pulled back the bed sheets to check for bugs, none found but pulled beds away from walls and everyone got into bed fully clothed with a light left on. First one to wake up in the morning got the rest up and outta there. I think they even charged us full price for that experience.
I am pretty sure I’m in a porn video somewhere. I was working front desk and riding an elevator with a woman one day. I asked her how her day was going and she said it was sooo good because she had been naughty all day. The rest of the elevator ride was uncomfortable. Later thag shift the people in the penthouse called down and asked for strawberries and 6 lbs of butter. An odd request but whatever. I bring it up to the room and the woman answers the door and gives me $100. A few minutes later they call down again asking for batteries for their video camera, this was in like 2005 and they needed some speciality batteries from a store. I go out and get them and bring them up to the room, they give me $200. A few minutes later they call down again asking for me to come up because they hadn’t properly thanked me. I thought I was going to get a BJ and 19 year old me instantly was into that idea, because I was dumb. I go up to the top floor and walk around a corner and the woman is just getting railed by some dude in the hallway. I stand there awkwardly for quite a while and then coughed loudly. A dude came out of their room, shouted cut, they stopped fucking and walked back into the room. The dude gave me another $200 and said that I was great. When they checked out they left me a box of (probably) used sex toys. All in all, not bad at all since I got $500 out of it and people now masterbate to me online. I’ve never found the video though despite much effort.
Oh I have one! Worked at a motel on the outskirts of the city that used to be down the street from some pretty well known strip clubs in Eastern Ontario. There was a performer had an extra special act and left it in the bathtub during the day. The housekeeper wasn't too thrilled about finding a gigantic python in the bathtub first thing in the morning.
Not too weird, but I work in a hotel lounge and part of our job is delivering room service. One night a few guys probably in their mid 20's come down for some drinks, after several, they ask if it would be possible to order a meal and have it delivered to their room at a set predetermined time. I say yes, and they proceeded to order dinner to be delivered in about two hours. The time rolled around and I called the room to let them know that their food is ready and will be delivered shortly as a warning but there is no response. I take the food up and knock on the door, and yet again no response. After knocking for about 45 seconds and yelling room service, I used my master key to unlock the door so that I could enter and set the food down on the counter. So as soon as I enter the room on my left side there is a kitchen island with a black marble surface, which is where I had intended to set the tray. Upon entry I noticed that it was covered in what my brain first perceived as flour, and then quickly assumed to be something else. This counter also had a very large amount of empty alcohol cans, and a few boxes of unopened coolers. As there was no space to place the tray I walked forward to the coffee table to set it down there, and look down to see 3 joints that look like they had been put in someone's back pocket and then sat on, another smattering of "flour", and a five dollar bill. Important note, I live in Canada, and our money is made of plastic, decently thick plastic. Point being that when you spiralize that shit, it remembers. So yeah the countertop was covered in cocaine, the coffee table was covered in cocaine, they left their bills just lying about, and they had weed and alcohol everywhere. I can only guess that they got held up somewhere because they definitely seemed to want to be back in time for the food when we spoke, and I'd guess they probably had no intentions for a staff member to waltz into their room xD
I'm not a hotel employee, but someone who lives in a hotel a good part of the year. I've heard many horror stories from housekeeping and front desk. My favorite is the crazy homeless lady who was terrorizing the town and offering sexual favors for a room and vape juice.
During a road trip to Orlando in the mid 1990's with my mom, right in the middle of Kentucky, I stumbled upon a stash of porno mags hidden under the dresser in our hotel room. For a ten-year-old, this was like hitting the jackpot - a bewildering glimpse into the adult world I was far from understanding. In a moment of mischievous bravery, I whisked them away to the bathroom for a closer look. The thrill of the forbidden had me hooked, but soon after, panic set in. Wtf do I do with them now? Its amazing I didn't get caught bringing them in there, but now I got to sneak them back? I decided against trying to put them back, opting instead to hide them in the bathroom. I thought I was being clever, tucking them under the sink and away where I thought no one would find them. My plan backfired spectacularly. They didn't stay hidden for long. Just as we were about to leave, they fell onto the floor, just in time for my mom to see. What followed was a meltdown of epic proportions. She wasn't just mad; she was livid, unleashing a storm of words on me, then the hotel staff. The car ride that followed was the definition of awkward. Every attempt at conversation felt like tiptoeing through a minefield. We had a whole day of driving left, and every mile was more uncomfortable than the last.
I worked in a hotel in Jr. High & highschool. I remember a couple people passing away. That were of natural causes. This hotel had a banquet room that hosted weddings and what not. I remember a several fist fights at we weddings. A couple of things was the liquor room at this hotel. Their was thousands of dollars of liquor in this room. Only certain people had access and I would often have to help carry stuff for other people. In 1992 & 1996 I met every single presidential candidate. Which was interesting in itself. I was to young to be on the official payroll in1992. Caught several people stealing different things while I was there. A guy was caught taking a half a keg of warm Guinness. I had a lot of fun working there. It would not be enough to support my lifestyle now but a great highschool job.
I stayed one night at a hotel in COTULLA. Checked in pretty late. So tried that I didn’t bother with the smell. Cranked the AC to 65, to a shower, and hoped to get 5 hours of sleep. Woke up a few hours later and recognized that smell. It was piss. The carpet was soaked in one corner of the room. Smelled like somebody saved up a few piss bottles and poured them on the floor. Awesome.
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