“10 Hotel Workers Reveal Shocking Guest Tales That Will Change How You Travel Forever!”
Ever had one of those days in the hospitality industry where you think, “This can’t get any worse,” only to discover that the universe has an impressive knack for surprises? If you’ve ever worked in a hotel, you know that the strangest stories often come from the most unexpected encounters…like a guest who mistook a snail for a security threat or a wild Easter egg hunt gone horribly wrong. In a hilariously eye-opening r/AskReddit thread led by user u/Slider-678, hotel workers spill the tea on their bizarre and unforgettable experiences with guests and colleagues alike. Buckle up, because these tales from the trenches are bound to make you rethink what you thought you knew about the hospitality world. Curious? Let’s dive into some of the craziest hotel stories that’ll leave you shaking your head in disbelief! <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/126o6cp/hotelworkerswhatisyourcrazieststory/”>LEARN MORE.
Working in the hospitality industry is hard enough as it is without any curveballs. However, sooner or later, they’re pretty much inevitable. Have you ever had a hard day at work, only to be completely taken by surprise at how much worse things could get? Like, on a scale you couldn’t even have imagined. At that moment, you might have thought to yourself that you don’t get paid enough for this.
Redditors who have worked in the hotel industry opened up about the most bizarre experiences they’ve ever had. In a candid r/AskReddit thread started up by u/Slider-678, they revealed not only how extremely odd some of the guests were, but also how strange their own colleagues were. Are you ready to go down the rabbit hole? Hang on to your hats and scroll down for some of the most peculiar hotel stories.
I have some longer stories, but I have a short crazy one. I worked at a waterpark hotel, and for Easter one year they decided to host a massive Easter Egg hunt with over 500 eggs, including a smaller Golden egg that was worth a cash prize. They went ALL OUT for the marketing campaign on it; it was all over the website, tv and radio ads, they even went so far to get local news stations to mention it at the end of segments. The hype was huge, locally and otherwise.
The planners unfortunately overlooked a massive detail: one of the major perks of staying at the hotel was guests could enter the park 2 hours before the general public. The big day arrived, and it only took minutes to realize their mistake as hotel guests immediately began hunting down the eggs. By the time the doors officially opened to the massive crowd of excited kids and expectant parents 2 hours later, ALL of the 500+ eggs had already been found. To top it off, the heating system for the water broke down. So the park was packed to capacity, no eggs, and without heat in snowy Minnesotan April, the water was ice cold.
The backlash was spectacular.
Working at a luxury hotel, I once got a call to remove a snail from a guests room as it was “coming after them” and that they were “afraid for their young child”
I worked in a decent hotel in college, was the night auditor. One night the police came in and went directly to a room around 2am. They escorted a prostitute out and asked to speak to the manager.
After they were done speaking with my manager the officer handed me the phone and she told me to go in and clean up the room. I never made beds or did any of that so I wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted. I went to the room and there was trash everywhere. There were uncapped syringes, used packages that had contained drugs and general filth everywhere. I called the manager back to tell her that I wasn’t touching anything because of the uncapped syringes. They were literally all over the place and I wasn’t going to pick up piles of clothes or move blankets.
The manager said that if I didn’t clean the room I was fired. I said fine, you have a half an hour to get here because I am leaving. I was the only one there overnight. As she pulled into the parking lot a short time later I walked over to my car, didn’t even wait for her to get inside.
White dude, 6’3″, long gross dreadlocks and a Rasputin beard. Black gunky fingernails like a fairy-tale witch. He was all greasy and covered in what looked like soot. But hey he had an ID and a valid matching credit card so I said sure I’ll check you in. Don’t judge a book by its cover. This man dragged in a military duffle bag and went to his room. Our desk was directly adjacent to the elevator with the doors just to our right so we see everyone who comes and goes. Dude comes down about every 20 mins to “have a cigarette”. Walk out our front doors and we have smoking stations on either side of the door. You know those little sand pits for cig butts… Dude lights a cig. Takes a drag, gently sets it down in the sand. Walks over to the other side of the door. Lights another. Drags it. Sets that one down. Proceeds to walk back and forth dragging only once at each cig before returning to the other. Goes on like this for about 10 mins. Maybe he lit some more cause I feel like two cigs won’t last you 10 mins at the rate he was going. Anyways, then he goes back to his room and comes back 20 mins later and does it again… And again all afternoon. Guy comes out once more around 5pm and just blankly stares through the doors at the desk agents while he does his ritual. Then he just walks off. Disappears. Never comes back… Now I’m curious. So I go up with security to see if he destroyed the room. We open the door and immediately get a blast with the smell of bleach. The duffle bag he took up was on the bed. The bag was filled with like plastic Walmart bags. About 12 of them all tied up tight but filled with clothes literally soaking in bleach. Then we started to notice all these post it notes all over the place. Tons of them, like more than 100. Tucked in the corner of mirrors and picture frames and under the bed and taped all up inside the bathroom. All folded up. Naturally we open a few to see what they contain. Idk if this is some Magic the gathering lingo or dungeons and dragons talk but they all said like “+6 sword damage” “-3 mana” “+2 intelligence” and my personal favorite “x10 power to the 4th Mage” so we took to calling this dude the 4th Mage. Guy never came back for his murder clothes or what ever the hell his bleach soaked menagerie of t shirts was about… Anyways, if you ever see the 4th Mage in the Midwest, tell him he forgot his bag in Minnesota
I used to work at a hotel. I post on these guests often and I always intend on doing so. Three guests come to mind:
1) Guests wiped in the towels, smeared it on the walls, and laughed at housekeeping when they came in for service
