Someone Asked Hotel Employees To Share The Wildest Things They've Seen, And 50 Delivered

Public lewdness comes to mind, but if cruise ships count as hotel guests? (A floating hotel perhaps.) Then an entire huge, loud, rude family of Russian tourists crammed into one cabin, who arrived unbathed, and departed the same way. The elevator nearest their cabin smelled like human decomposition. I took parts of Eastern Europ off of my visit list after that.

Customers Opening their room doors naked for the housekeeper or room service.

Not really wild but disgusting.

I worked for a well known motel chain for while as a housekeeper. This type of motel was all serviced apartments, two housekeeps to one apartment at a time.

My buddy and I unlock the door to enter the room and we’re hit with an awful smell. We couldn’t place the smell but it wasn’t pleasant, this happens though as the rooms are practically closed up all the time and I thought perhaps it was the bin.

My buddy went into the bathroom to start cleaning the shower etc whilst I started stripping the bed. I removed the pillow cases first, as I went to pull off the top sheet I noticed this odd liquid splattered across the blanket. Gross I thought, thankfully I was wearing gloves. Pulled the blanket off the bed and it’s the same thing. It looked like coffee but the scent turned my stomach.

I opened the balcony doors to ventilate the room and went to the bathroom to tell my coworker about it. As I was telling her I absent mindedly picked up a soap wrapper and open the bin to dispose of it. Glancing down I saw what created the mess. I was absolutely disgusted to find a nearly empty colostomy bag.

Now I understand this would have been a sensitive topic for the guest, however staff are trained to be discreet and hotels have specific procedures to deal with incidents such as this and should have been notified instead of general housekeeping left to find the s**t-show.

I quit not long after.

Had to go anonymous because this happened in a well known hotel.

So, I guess you can call them guests too because they were couple having their wedding dinner at the hotel.

We should've seen the red flags when the couple came and decided the venue all within the span of 2 weeks. Usually couples take some time to consider before deciding. It's after all, a wedding.

As there's no way that the hotel could've sold the venue, they let the couple booked the ballroom without having putting down deposit — big red flag.

On wedding night, groom made up fuss about the whole thing. Demanding the hotel to give in to his every whim and requests. Turns out he baked a bun in the oven and probably just want the wedding done and over with.

Dinner came to an end with some dramas but so far all under control. Groom was too drunk to settle the bill so we decided to wait to tomorrow. After all, they are staying at the President Suite (comes with the package).

Morning came, groom went missing. Left with a franctic wife all alone and a big sum amount of hotel bills to settle. Her parents were involved, made a HUGE drama at the lobby. Worst still, groom ran away with all the wedding gifts (cash mostly).

Made Police report, standard procedure. Groom’s personal documents were still with the hotel. Didn't manage to track groom as he probably left the country by then.

Bride’s family settled the bill and never heard from them anymore.

I’m not sure about something we weren’t supposed to see….but it was certainly disturbing. In 2011 during a hurricane in the Mid-Atlantic, our hotel was completely sold out. Due to the high winds many of the surrounding neighborhoods had lost power resulting in our sold out status. It was a challenging few days as nobody could leave the hotel. The building survived (except for some minor leaks) and we kept power.

When the storm passed and power was being restored we began the clean up of the rooms that housed our guests for the previous 48–72 hours. In one room that was in our system as “checked out” the Housekeeper attempted to gain entry. When she did she found that the safety latch on the inside of the door was engaged. She announced herself and asked if anyone was in the room…nothing. The Executive Housekeeper made her way there and knocked louder and then opened the door (as much as possible with the safety latch) and yelled into the room. No response.

My presence was requested at the room, I did the same as they did. Knocked hard and in a loud voice asked if everyone was okay and if there was anyone in the room. I had an employee from our Maintenance department come with a tool that can be used to open the door when the security latch is engaged. I was able to work the latch off and we slowly opened the door. I looked inside and saw the television on, lights off and a body under the blankets on the bed. I announced myself again but no response.

I asked the staff that had assembled to stay outside, only the Executive Housekeeper and I would walk in. We went in, hairs standing up on the back of our necks and walked over to the bed. When we removed the covers we were relieved that it was not a body…instead it was pillows stacked to look like a body. In all of the commotion of trying to gain access, everyone forgot that this room had an adjoining door. What likely happened is the guests had both rooms, they staged this one with the pillows and the security latch then walked into the adjoining room to exit.

I’m sure they wished they had seen this as they would’ve been proud of the prank. Fortunately for the staff it was only a joke and they didn’t have to deal with something that does unfortunately happen on occasions in hotels.

I had a guest who was an alcoholic. He drank a fifth of vodka everyday. His room was destroyed. His mattress was soaked with blood from his blood blisters. I called his family to kick him out. He died 2 days later in the same room. I had to clean it up.

About a year ago, I received a call that one of out security cameras had been ripped down. I went to the property and reviewed the tape. We had a large group of contractors staying at the hotel. What I saw was a guest come into the guest laundry area, strip naked and walk into the hallway while playing with himself. When he head a noise, he would duck down, naked, behind a large trash can, wait for the person(s) to leave the area, and then jump out again and repeat the process. Needless to say, the police were called and they removed him from the hotel. He was also fired the next morning when I showed the tape to his boss.

In Washington D C I stayed at a very nice upscale property, close to the metro, and the mall, all a tourist could ask for while staying in our nations capital.

My first night I was awakened by loud laughing and talking out in the hall area. I rolled over and went back to sleep. Shortly I’m up again to loud voices and loud music. Okay, if this doesn’t stop I’ll call down.

And then the voices got really loud, f bombs flying, screaming and what sounded like a slamming full on brawl happening outside my room.

This I had to see, opened my hotel room door slowly and witnessed the funniest drunken tango taking place.

A couple guys wrestling on the floor, with three other guys trying to break it up, but only dragging each other off the floor guys and falling over and onto the hallway furnishings, carts of glassware went crashing along with vases of flowers, while women cursed and screamed and pulled on the guys.

They were all wearing crooked, and stained gowns and tuxedos, obviously a party package gone wrong.

Hotel security and management finally arrived, more fun as the WWF were lifted by the collars and plunked down against the walls one by one.

Ladies now sobbing still yelling, while the whole floor of guests now awake and standing either at the doors to their rooms or actually standing in the hallway.

Guests were grumbling, kids were running around, and some of us having adult beverages and enjoying the political atmosphere. Congress at its best.

One time I found a lady f passed out in my hallway. I was able to get her coherent enough to get a room number from her so I carried her up to said room. I knocked on the door and woke up the guy in the room. Being funny, I asked him “Is this yours?” Needless to say I was struck dumbfounded when he said no. Turns out the lady was a local who followed a guy back from the bar and when she was too drunk to make it to his room, he left her in the hallway. I was able to call her a taxi so she could get home to her husband

I was assigned a stay over clean that had complained about not getting service the day before. They had a DND tag so I questioned my boss. She told me to enter. So I did. It was a train wreck. I let out a deep sigh and started throwing trash in a bag. I realize I'm tossing high-end clothing tags and expensive wine bottles. I stood up to see massive amounts of cocaine lines set up and idk how. many 100-dollar bills rolled up. An ID badge was near and it was for the executive producer of a production team doing a shoot nearby. They had 75 rooms booked and I got stuck cleaning the top executive's room. I called my boss after seeing the sex toy set up In the bedroom. I told her I didn't think I was Supposed to be there and sent her pix. She yelled at me for being in a room with a DND tag. Come to find out later the executive had come up to his room and when he saw my cart in front of his room, he ran to the front desk raising hell. I f**king hated that job

A wild party once in a hotel room....the occupants completely re-wallpapered the room with labels peeled off beer bottles.

A similar party was thrown by a Platinum guest, but he didn't attend, it was for his kids and their friends (all underage), mass drinking, etc., they all got evicted. And the father had the nerve to dispute the charges (because they were evicted). FYI, we had his Platinum account shut down until he made amends.

2 situations of bad behavior, both now worth laughing at:

April 1981, Best Western Hotel, Anchorage, AK: it’s morning and we cabin crew have been walking across the Pacific all night (Hong Kong-Tokyo Narita-Anchorage). We’re tired, need our beauty sleep and our next flight is that same evening. Meanwhile, there’s a convention in the hotel—a regional meetup of female barbershop quartet singers whose organization shall remain nameless.

We reach our floor and the hallway is choked with happy altos, sopranos, et. al. in curlers, their voices lifted in intermittent song, arms filled with frilly things and beauty supplies. Once behind my own door I am tired enough to fall in the general direction of the bed. But a light-sleeper crew member puts a sign on her door requesting quiet. All that does is prompt laughter and a stream of knocks on her door until she removes it.

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Autumn, 1984, Omni Hotel, Harbor Place, Baltimore (now the Radisson): it’s another convention and the place is packed. We get our room keys and sidle past the crowd into an empty elevator. One of my fellow crew members pushes the button for the 18th floor where we all would be staying. Three kids jump in, see the 18th floor light, then look at each other. As the door closes, one of them pushes every floor. Every damned floor. They are snickering. We are ready to strangle them with the straps of our uniform purses.

Not horrendous behavior in either circumstance. Just furiously maddening at the time and worth a broad, wry smile now.

There was a pool party going on in our courtyard pool for a bowling team, lots of children attending. I was working at the hotel as a maintenance man but sometimes they used me for security which I hated since It literally was not my job or my interest to do so. Also I was like 20 years old and skinny. Not in good shape for security detailAnyways I was told there was a strange man lurking around the pool trying (so they claimed) to snatch one of the children. They told me he was in the lobby bathroom hiding in one of the stalls. I was told to ask him his name and what room he was staying in. If he could not provide these he was to be kicked of the property.

So I enter the restroom. The people making the accusations are standing outside the bathroom door. I see that someone is in the one stall and proceed to knock on the door.

“Sir, are you a guest at this hotel?”

“What? Ummm…yes”

”What is your name and room number?”

“….can i just finish first?”

This went on for a few minutes. Me banging on the stall door and this poor man just trying to take a peaceful poop. Turned out he was just with the bowling party and had zero clue to the drama in the courtyard pool. Someone eventually burst in and screamed me that he was in the parking lot and heading back to the front door. I followed them outside. They pointed him out and as he was walking towards the lobby doors. At this point I already felt humiliated due to me interrogating a man while he was taking a dump. Now I had to enter into a completely different confrontation with a person that could possibly be a p***phile predator or just another innocent person minding his own business.

I stopped him and asked him if he was staying at the hotel. He had a strange look in his eyes. He was sweaty. Looked like he lived in a basement and was extremely nervous. He did not respond. He just tried to out maneuver me. I blocked him and asked him what his business was at the hotel. He kept trying to pass me and I kept blocking. I had guest watching from the bowling party the whole time this was going on which made the situation more tense. Finally I told him I was going to contact the police and he just bolted through the parking lot…

Never got the full story of what actually took place by the pool but that was the weirdest 10 minutes I spent working at a hotel.

I travel a lot and I’ve seen more than a few inappropriate and interesting things on the part of hotel guests. Mostly though, people are friendly but aloof and typically eager to get their alcoholic beverage of choice and disappear into their rooms. However, it always seems that in New Orleans you are at another level.

My sister in law and I left the rest of our family at the bar and decided to try to get some sleep. Just as my door was beginning to close I heard her voice from down the hall rise dramatically as she said “you can’t be like that here in the hall!!” I turned around and grabbed the door handle just before it closed. I then looked down the hall and see her staring down at some legs jutting out from a guest room. Now I’m curious. I sort of shouted down the hall to ask if she’s ok and she just gave me this exasperated look like she didn’t know what to do.

As I approached her and the mysterious legs I realized they belong to a young “lady”. A young and completely naked lady. I couldn’t imagine how long she was lying there naked in the doorway but it was clear we couldn’t leave her like that. I stepped over her into the room so I could be closer to her face. She seemed pretty intoxicated but she would talk to me, though none of the things she was saying were very nice. I couldn’t get her to move out of the doorway and we were pretty reluctant to lay hands on her. It was incredibly awkward. Eventually, my sis-in-law and I sort of folded and pushed her back into the room and got the door closed with her nakedness safely on the inside of the room. As the door shut I could hear her flop against the door and I thought that her roommate would have a pretty hard time getting in there if they ever made it back to the room that night.

We were in a Florida beach area hotel during spring break several years ago. This was not an expensive hotel. We were there with our,at the time, young children. The rooms next to us were filled with high school seniors from a southern bordering state,on their senior trip. We checked in and during the afternoon everything was normal. That night the high school kids were loud, rude, vulgar and usually drunk. There was also screaming, banging on the walls and other noise at night. As we stood to open our door in the hallway,after a day of the beach,pool and sun, the next afternoon,we saw a young, very drunk woman. She had somehow lost her underwear or bikini bottom and she lifted her skirt. She started to urinate in the hallway. Her friend gave her a beach towel quickly and she urinated on it instead. Later that night we heard someone vomiting in the hall near our door. A few moments later we opened the door to a pile of vomit. We then immediately checked out of that hotel.

One of my female guests was pestering my head waiter wanting him to take her for a good night out.the waiter refused but she kept on at him. His wife came to collect him and found the woman trying to get fresh with her husband, a big row broke out and the wife left coming back with a kitchen knife. The woman went off to her room not seeing the wife with the knife. The wife told me that if she saw the woman near her husband again she would kill her.

So I quietly told the woman that she shouldn’t speak to my head waiter again.

She became incensed with me accusing her of wanting to go out with black African man.!! ( we were in Africa) Two days later head office rang the hotel and had me sacked.

She was a personal friend of the company’s owner, so I had no voice in the matter. I left and went for a walk about around Timbuktu.and never worked again in any hotel since.

Not the guest. But a guy came with a female booked and went to room. Next morning an angry female with a hot cup of coffee banged on every door till she found her cheating boyfriend and threw the coffee in his face. Another Incident I was living at an extended stay and this girl on other end of the hotel at 6 am was chased by a man through the hallways with an assault rifle shooting bullets everywhere. Thankngod no one was hurt.

My best friend and I worked at a hotel as front desk clerks in DeLand, Florida. The Orlando Magic used Stetson University for their summer camp practice sessions and would stay in our hotel. My friend was in the process of checking in Shaquille O'Neal who was eating crackers over the very tall part of the front desk where guests would sign paperwork and so on. He proceeded to brush all the crumbs over the ledge and onto her paperwork that my friend was completing to get him in his room. She let out a sigh and without even thinking twice pick the paperwork up that was covered in crumbs and pushed the paper over the edge of the counter and the crumbs went all over shacks shoes. Everyone gasped and was worried he was going to be mad but he laughed it off and said “You're a pretty Bad As! Bi@%h, I like you!” LoL Sidenote: every player used an alias that we had to learn and their wives were constantly calling us at the front desk to spy and report any extra curricular activity! Which we never did! If the players brought a guest to their room and we were both standing there and greeted him he'd push $100, to each of us, over the edge and thanked us! We made MAD money that 2 weeks. Her and I showered in vacant rooms and worked almost 20 hours a day!! They trusted us because we were a few years younger than them. We did a lot, arranged things, ordered services in and covered up a great deal of things and saved approx 9 marriages when their wife “Popped In" to surprise their husbands. We had about 15 pics of wives taped behind the desk that only we saw. If one of us thought it was a match, the other would confirm and we'd immediately call up and offer their “guest” a private suite! On the hotel of course. After those 2 weeks in 1990, I bought a brand new car! Paid with cash!!!! Man I miss those days! TY for reading.

One couple checked in without telling the hotel desk that one of their carry on bags contained their pet snake. The front desk found out after the woman called from her room and explained that the snake escaped as they were feeding it, and that they couldn't find it in the room and needed help. Needless to say, there were no female staff volunteers, only guys who went to room armed with waste baskets and towels as nets and brooms. After about fifteen minutes, the three-foot, non-poisonous snake was located, wrapped around the underside bed frame. Everyone’s worst thought was that the snake had made it through the central air vent in the wall, but it was caught before it could make it there.

Well of course I’ve had the pleasure at 3AM of a bunch of college kids whooping it up in the hallway right outside our room. Several times.

A couple of times I’ve seen jerks go into melt-down mode over the poor quality and/or poor selection in the little breakfast room. And we weren’t talking about The Carlyle or Sherry-Netherlands here, more like an $80 pensione in Rome, e.g.

One time my daughter and I got in from visiting my sister in Paris, around 11-ish, Friday or Saturday, and flipped through a few TV channels to see if anything was on in English (she was about 5 at the time). Didn’t find anything, so instead I read her a bed-time story, maybe a chapter from Timmy Failure, e.g. Suddenly there was a hammering on the door, and a young man in thong underwear started screaming about how he could hear us. I told him to back off, a man is allowed to read a story to his daughter, and there are a lot louder things that can happen (watching Die Hard, for example), and it really wasn’t that late for Saturday night in Paris. A few seconds later we heard the loud knocking again, and he was back, with his partner/boyfriend, another young man in skimpy underwear. They were belligerent, and trying to enter the room, my daughter started crying, so I grabbed a wine bottle and bull-rushed them, swinging it, threatening to crack both their skulls. I have a reasonably athletic build, so the threat was credible. My daughter came scampering out into the hallway as I chased them, them running and shrieking in terror in their little thong banana-hammocks. When I finally stopped and came back to her, she had stopped crying, and was actually cracking up. She said “this is going to make a good story when we meet Mommy tomorrow”.