Posted on 02/06/2017 5:41:35 PM PST by 2ndDivisionVet
If you believe that 'strangers are simply friends you haven't met yet', you could be making a lot more if you stay at some Marriott hotels in the near future.
The largest hotel chain in the world is planning to make communal rooms in some of its hotels that will be shared by between six and 16 guests.
The idea, which is still in the design stage, would be rolled out in 23 Element hotels which is the chain's eco-conscious, extended stay brand....
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I went to a different branch of that same institution. The food was okay and we got to go on some really long walks. Free clothes too.
They are all over Europe. The ones in large cities are usually college aged party spots where you run the risk of losing your possessions and gaining an STD. They range from pretty nice to downright flop houses. There are some family friendly ones out there and some designated as elderhostels.
We must have stayed in the same place. Our personnel trainer really liked flutter kicks, the body twist and the knee touch walk. We did get one candy bar or ice cream bar after six weeks into our three month stay.
Hmmm, I don’t have much to lose in the way of possessions, but I don’t want to pick up any STD’s in those elderhostels. I guess if I go, I’ll have to sit down with Laz first and have the “talk.”
I can’t say much about the hair stylist, though.
All these queer proceedings increased my uncomfortableness, and seeing him now exhibiting strong symptoms of concluding his business operations, and jumping into bed with me, I thought it was high time, now or never, before the light was put out, to break the spell in which I had so long been bound.But the interval I spent in deliberating what to say, was a fatal one. Taking up his tomahawk from the table, he examined the head of it for an instant, and then holding it to the light, with his mouth at the handle, he puffed out great clouds of tobacco smoke. The next moment the light was extinguished, and this wild cannibal, tomahawk between his teeth, sprang into bed with me. I sang out, I could not help it now; and giving a sudden grunt of astonishment he began feeling me.
Stammering out something, I knew not what, I rolled away from him against the wall, and then conjured him, whoever or whatever he might be, to keep quiet, and let me get up and light the lamp again. But his guttural responses satisfied me at once that he but ill comprehended my meaning.
"Who-e debel you?"--he at last said--"you no speak-e, dam-me, I kill-e." And so saying the lighted tomahawk began flourishing about me in the dark.
"Landlord, for God's sake, Peter Coffin!" shouted I. "Landlord! Watch! Coffin! Angels! save me!"
"Speak-e! tell-ee me who-ee be, or dam-me, I kill-e!" again growled the cannibal, while his horrid flourishings of the tomahawk scattered the hot tobacco ashes about me till I thought my linen would get on fire. But thank heaven, at that moment the landlord came into the room light in hand, and leaping from the bed I ran up to him.
We had to pay for those haircuts, as I recall.
Exactly. That’s how I traveled through Ireland.
Just suit up properly and hone your detection skills for spotting and avoiding Lady Chablis.
It’s called an Army Basic Training Barracks at Fort Wood in 1958.
Absolutely. It’s a hostel!!! In my youth it was great. Now that I’m a grouchy middle age man I like my own space. But then again. When I do my road trips in Europe Hostels are still quite fun. I had a blast staying in Hostels in South America about 5 years ago.
You just make sure you take ear plugs and keep your stuff secured.
by the way. I’m told I snore..... :-)
You have to applaud the barbers efficiency, That was the first 30 second hair cut I had ever received at least the first one was free.
Moby Dick?
“..and keep your stuff secured..”
My dad told me to keep my wallet under my pillow. Then he said “Yeah - I got that advice from MY dad when I went over there [1938]. Except your grandfather quipped ‘I tried it, but I can’t sleep with my head that high!’”
“Hostel”???
How about “Flophouse”?
LOL. Uh, yeah. And for some strange reason my house guest, coincidentally referred to as DI also, just loved to bang on garbage cans at about 3:30 a.m.
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