I could tell you some gruesome stories about the things I found in some of those rooms
Oh gawan then.
Now go away.
I used to go out with a girl who was a chambermaid in an Amsterdam hotel. No that's not a euphemism, it's a fact.
Tourists shit bricks when they're going home so they tend to leave whatever drugs they have left over in the hotel room. Either that or they're so fucked off their heads, they forget about them.
Either way, it's fucking win to be a chambermaid in an Amsterdam hotel. Even more win when you're her boyfriend.
That does sound win. She sounds like she's been in more hotel rooms than bibles.
Now go away.
Well... this one time I was walking down the corridor with my wee trolley and this old lady walked up to me and gave me a tenner. She pointed at her room and started apologising profusely about the mess in there. She also explained the reception had moved her to a different room.
She then went on to explain her husband had caught a stomach bug and had been 'very ill throughout the night'
When I walked into the room there was a trail of shit going from the bed to the bathroom. The bathroom was literally covered in the stuff. It was on the ceiling.
I mean... how the hell do you get it to splatter on the fucking ceiling???
Last edited by Skweeky; 10-26-2008 at 06:45 PM.
OK, thanks for that. Are there any less sick ones.
Now go away.
Yeah, how come you had to drop out of the after dinner raconteur circuit.
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