Ask anyone who's a frequent traveler, and they've had their fair share of nightmare hotel stories.

Oh.

It's Brooke and Jeffrey in the morning.

I know I'll never forget when my family went to the Almofi Coast and our private villa at the Ritz

Carlton.

Oh, was it hard?

Was it so hard?

It was overbooked.

Oh, not the Ritz-Carlane. So was overbooked. Oh, not that it's called.

So we were forced to slum it at the lowly four seasons.

What?

Four seasons is so nice.

Stuck in a tiny six-bedroom suite with only a partial ocean view living like rats with only one in-room butler.

Could you imagine?

Dude, my family stayed at places like the Thunderbird Motel that literally had coin-operated vibrating beds.

Which my sister and I thought were really cool when we were 12.

Actually, the other things, yeah.

Brooke, your words depress me to know him.

But let's just say,

I bet your thread count was low.

At that four seasons, the room service foie gras,

merely acceptable.

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