October 13th: The Worst Hotel in the World

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I don't like traveling. I don't like hopping on a plane and arriving somewhere other than home, only to stay at a hotel that again, is nothing like home. A lot of people might find hotels fun and fancy. A lot of people might find planes exciting, but not me. I have a fear of heights. I'm also a germaphobe. Planes and hotels disgust me. At the same time, I can always find imperfections in a hotel that drive me crazy. So, when my boss told me there was a conference, away from home, and that I needed to fly on

over there, I was not pleased with all. What could I do? I needed to go, so I just decided to get it over with. It was for work purposes, so I couldn't exactly walk away from it. I got everything ready and hopped on the plane.
This is disgusting! I thought to myself, All these people, sneezing and coughing. Spreading germs. It is barbaric.
That was the longest plane ride of my life. It was so horrific. As soon as it was over, I bolted out of that plane and into the airport. Not that the airport excelled in cleanliness anyway. I did everything I had to do and caught this man staring at me. I was afraid, but he just turned his back to me and continued talking on his phone. I didn't think too much of it. I just

took my stuff and left. I had booked a hotel quite close to the conference, so I just headed there. The hotel wasn't very nice. It was very rustic, and the sign nearly fell off the side of the building. I felt very sketchy, but I thought,
Maybe it's better on the inside.
To my dismay, it was the same. A woman sat behind the counter with the widest grin.
"Hi", she said.
"Hello", I said, "I booked a room"
"Why yes of course", she said, taking me upstairs.
In the elevator, I tried to start a conversation. "Do you get a lot of visitors", I asked.

"No", she said, "You're the only one here"
"Right", I said.
We arrived on the floor and she guided me to the room. The room was very nice. When I turned around to thank her, she shot me and killed me. Not a five-star hotel, if you ask me.

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