Touring with a ballet company, in a small nowhere town in rural Washington state, we were forced to stay in a roadside motel much like a Motel 6. We walked into our room which smelled like years of filth covered up by industrial cleaner. The rugs were heavily stained, lamp shades dented and curtains tattered. The highlight was the crumpled paper sign sitting on the bathroom sink which read, "Hunters, please don't use the bath tubs to clean deer anymore."
Oy!
-Kel Christofferson of New York, NY
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My dad had two rules when we stayed at hotels/ motels, on family trips:
1. "Get your face and hands off the god-damn carpet! You don't know what's spilled there."
2. "You better not be sitting in that bathtub! You don't know what else has touched there."
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