Airbnb is one of the fastest growing companies out there. Airbnb is also all about the experience and that's what they're selling. Here are some memorable experiences from people who have used Airbnb to help you decide whether or not to try it out.
A Bloody Lovely Bloke
“I host in Manchester, UK, usually just get people visiting for one night to go and watch the football but recently I’ve had people staying for a week or so for contract work. I don’t mind either and as I share my house I make an effort to actually chat to them. Makes for a less awkward morning encounter! So this guy comes to stay, in his late 50s, I’m 30F but its no big deal, I talk/listen to people for a living and can usually find some common ground and generic conversation topic. On this occasion we were experiencing a heatwave so being British we started talking about the weather. He’d driven a couple hundred miles and I sympathized as I’d just met up with some family who’d done a similar trip. Turns out they’d travelled from the same place. Turns out he’s from the same place as my dad. Turns out he played rugby with my dad when they were 16. I’ve literally never met another person unrelated to me from that part of the country and here was this guy paying to stay in my spare room. He was a bloody lovely bloke and gave me a bottle of cava when he left” (Source).
The Hideaway “John”
OK guys here’s the story you’re looking for. I’ve never been a host but I’ve been a customer. I use Airbnb as a place to f–k hookers. The first time I stayed at someone’s place I had a private room and my host was in and out of the house a lot so I was afraid I would get caught. The second time I rent the whole house so I wouldn’t get caught. Turns out when I got to the place it was a twin home and the owner lived in the other half. Didn’t get caught that time either. I got the idea from the Share Economy episode of Freakonomics. It tells the story of Airbnb, Uber, Lyft, and EatWith. FYI, I’d like to say thank you to my hosts. I’ll never damage your house in any way and always rate you five stars if you leave me alone and don’t throw me out or have me arrested for f–king hookers in your house” (Source).
Condom Wrappers and Suspicious Stains
“I sometimes host my 1 bedroom apartment on Airbnb, good way to earn a bit extra now and then. For the most part the guests are good, they keep the place clean and no issues, however have noticed a few red flags when dealing guests. Anyone who tries to negotiate a deal turn out to be huge pains in the a–. They will complain about everything and generally take less care, leave the place full of garbage, etc. For memorable guests, the worst was one ‘lady’ who turned out to be an escort. When I went to clean the place there were condom wrappers left everywhere, suspicious stains, and somehow broke light switches and the front lock on the apartment. Never host people without verification and some prior review now. Still meet some interesting people, hosted a couple of cool guys from France, the husband came to work at a local bistro making macarons” (Source).
Noped the F–k Out of Ever Doing Airbnb Again
“Rented out my flat in South Bank London to two American teenagers whose parents did it for them. I had to be there to show them how the alarm worked as parents didn’t trust someone not to break in when they were sleeping ‘And do god knows what to our girls!’
Skip to two days later and I’m woken up at 2am by a call from one of the girls frantic, they were being arrested and didn’t know who else to call but couldn’t tell me why. Now at this point I was worried because they seemed a little air-headed but nice enough girls. So I called their parents to let them know what was happening and I was going to the station for them and I’ll call them as soon as I know more. When I got there I’m told that these two b–ches BROKE INTO THE FLAT ONE FLOOR DOWN and were trashing it. They thought they whole f–king thing was more of a hotel but people lived in the trashed flat full time and were out that evening and had to come home to find two 19 year old f–king up all their sh-t. I was so pissed. I called the parents and let them know and they were just weird about it. I don’t know if they didn’t believe me or what but they soon must of found it real when they got the knowledge that my neighbors were going to press charges. I noped the f–k out of ever doing Airbnb again and offered to pay for damages to the other flat but thankfully my neighbors were nice people and said that they wanted the girls who actually did it do pay for it. Kinda still feel bad for that but can’t force it on them” (Source).
Watching Top Gear With Subtitles
“I rented a room for over a month and there was an air mattress that was for rent in the living room. This is in Beijing, China by the way. Middle of the night, the man renting the air mattress, knocks on my door with a thing of beer. I’m hurting from eating way too much and open the door to my bedroom. There is a complete language barrier and he motions me to follow him. He just points to the TV and says the word ‘Funny’. He motions me to sit on the couch and we end up watching Top Gear with subtitles. We’re both laughing at the same show and can only communicate with thumbs up. It was a good night” (Source).
The Kevin Bacon Game
“I host in the U.S. Midwest, and had some sports fans here when the local college was playing their college from a neighboring state. They turned out to be from the tiny town my dad was born in, they had older siblings in my dad’s class, and they remembered when he was the town basketball hero. Kind of crazy, but, honestly, also kind of a typical Midwestern story” (Source).
“Hookering” Up With an Airbnb Guest
“Had two rather interesting stories when I rented out my place for SXSW. First weekend, a lady from NY rented my place and posted on Twitter a reference that the downside of renting an Airbnb from a man was there was no hair dryer. Airbnb saw the tweet, and had a hair dryer delivered within thirty minutes. Good marketing, I thought. The next weekend, two people rented my place, and one of them happened to be a fairly attractive social media marketing woman. She decided to stay an extra night, and offered to take me out for drinks that night. Met up, one thing leads to another and end up hooking up with her – in my own bed, that she had paid $800 to stay in that night. Which I guess kind of makes me a hooker, and I’m totally ok with that” (Source).
The Fix-It Renters
“I rented out my apartment and the heater broke down in the middle of winter. My guest calls me to tell me and I immediately call someone to go fix it. When the guests leave (I didn’t meet them since I was out of town) and I come back home, I see that all the windows and doors now have sealant around them and the frames have been caulked so there are fewer drafts. There were also a few other fixes done to the place. Apparently, my guest spoke the local language better than I do and told the repairman to fix a bunch of other sh-t in my apartment while he was there. It didn’t cost me anything extra and she still left me a 5 star review. Not a very exciting story. But it was neat” (Source).
You Don’t Say No to His Mother-in-Law
“I stayed in an Airbnb once and the host asked me to leave a few days early ’cause his mother in law was coming to town and demanded to stay at his place and you don’t say no to his mother in law. Ended up working out though cause I got sick and was hospitalized for a few days and the guy was nice enough to hold onto my stuff until I was feeling well enough to grab it, which also happened to be the same day as my flight out. He also refunded me for the days I was sick” (Source).
Thank You, Mumu
“Just 2 days ago, my friend decided to put the spare bedroom on Airbnb, since her roommate was not to come back until a few days after. A 56 year-old woman showed up that night with two cans of beer, then proceeded to drink them both in under a couple of minutes, start yelling at people in the street and cry. She explained she had been laid off earlier this day, and was apparently not taking the news lightly. She then vomited a few times, took three very noisy showers between 2a.m. and 8a.m. and left early with only a post-it note saying ‘Thank you, Mumu'” (Source).
A Joint, Thank-You Card and Free Pizza
“Tangential, but the best Airbnb I ever stayed at was a smallish 5th wheel camper at the back of someone’s 20 acre property. Advertised as 420 Friendly, we were curious and sold. $39 bucks a night. It was hooked up to plumbing and septic, she built a nice patio with a view of the duck pond and a fire ring close by, (wood provided) and a 4 person table set. There was a chicken coop near by where she asked us to please throw all non meat food scraps – and a very fat, lazy basset hound on the property that had a bowl ready for meat scraps. I’m an animal nut, I spent some hours petting the dog and throwing blueberries at chickens. She met us there for check in, handed us keys, asked if we minded the dog, and said if we wanted some dinner any night to shoot her a text. Left us completely alone. We left her a joint and a thank you card with a $20 gift card to the pizza place in town – with the camper spotless and bleached clean. Best experience I could’ve hoped for. Long ramble, but I hear some horror stories and wanted to share my awesome experience as a renter” (Source).
The Depressing Guest List
“I actually just stayed at an Airbnb recently and asked the owner this exact question. She didn’t go into too much detail but said she has had someone who was going through NASA space training at the Houston center, a doctor who was helping cure a specific type of cancer, and has had an Ironman Triathlete. She said seeing all these successful people can sometimes make her question what she is doing with her life and it can mess with you a bit…” (Source).
The Heart of Gold
“My girlfriend has been an Airbnb host for 2 months now and has had around 10 guests. Most people have been sweet and considerate. A couple have gone and gotten sh-t faced and woken us up at 3 am being loud when they come in but we don’t mind. One guy we felt particularly bad for. He came in Friday night saying he was visiting a friend over the weekend and wouldn’t be around much. We thought it strange his friend wouldn’t put him up but she was getting paid so who cares. He was a rather large guy, soft spoken and awkward but very nice. First night he came in around 8 and my girlfriend and I had plans so we went out for the night. Came back around midnight and he was watching HBO and said turns out his friend couldn’t hang tonight. Next morning we get up. My girlfriend makes breakfast for all of us and we get acquainted. Turns out he was here to visit a college female friend he hasn’t seen since he graduated couple months ago. He never says it but we pick up very quickly he is very into this girl and she is giving him the run around. She doesn’t respond all afternoon and girlfriend and I are in the midst of renovating her front yard. He, having nothing else to do, helps with the yard work. He hears back from his ‘friend’ and she says she won’t be able to see him that night either. We felt super bad for him cause he was so kind and helpful and just lacked confidence so we go get some good local food for the 3 of us and watch Deadpool cause he hadn’t seen it. We hang out, drink beers and talk and had a good time. He was gone when we got up the next morning but I hope his trip wasn’t a total waste. He left a review saying his experience felt like staying with good friends. Which just broke our hearts but hopefully he moved on from the girl. Best of luck to ya Michael, best of luck” (Source).
Six Greasy Little Pig Babies and Airbnb
“Maybe the situation is memorable and the tenant perfectly normal, but I rented out my studio in Montreal over a few months one summer. One fellow visited from Saskatchewan and seemed to really like it there. Great guest, very tidy, no problems. He called me again MONTHS later, like some time in mid-October asking to stay again. I was a full-time student actually living in my apartment during the school year so initially I declined, plus was actually fostering a heavily pregnant guinea pig at the time which didn’t really seem like an ideal tenancy situation. Anyways, he said he’d be happy to look after the guinea pig and I wound up sleeping next door with my neighbor for the weekend…. until he phoned me while I was already six drinks deep on Saturday night to tell me that the guinea pig had given birth. I drunkenly ambled back to my apartment to take a look, and yup. Six greasy little pig babies and goo everywhere, and a flustered man looking at me with this helpless ‘what on earth do I do now’ expression. I think that was the point that the inanity of the whole thing hit me and I couldn’t stop giggling” (Source).
The Lovable Japanese Lady and the Drug-Loving Raver
“My former roommate and me actually put a room of our Berlin flat (she owns the place) on Airbnb and had quite a few interesting and/or weird people living with us. Around christmas two years ago a middle aged japanese woman booked the room for a week. When she arrived, we were immediately in love with her. A tiny loud lady and probably the most energetic human being I ever met. She was traveling alone and seemed to enjoy our company so we hung out with her a lot! She joined us in all kinds of activities, told us of her life, how she had married and moved to the US 25 years ago, showed us japanese oldie music, taught us some Hiragana and so on. We were genuinely sad when she left. Two weeks later, we received a package from her out of the blue. It was filled with all different kinds of foods, sweets and delicacies. But not random ones. It was all stuff we had talked about during her stay and she had remembered it ALL. She even sent us Okonomiyaki sauce as she knew we love the dish and should know the real deal. Even sweeter was her added letter and I am glad to this day she stayed with us. An amazing lady. Less fun but more strange was our georgian guest. She had never left her country before and seemed very anxious about coming to Berlin. Her mom made her send a message to ask if her room was lockable as a male (me) would be living in the same apartment. She needed directions for everything and wanted to Skype with my roommate to see if she was real. We were quite surprised as the girl turned out to be a drug-loving raver who took mdma in our living room and brought over her neo-nazi cousin. It was very odd to say the least. Other than that we had a lot of fun doing it and we met one of our best friends while she was staying in our place. Highly recommended to do it as a flat share arrangement” (Source).
The Two Most Self-Aware People
“Had a vegan couple stay over for a night so the wife could attend a yoga / spirit-healing / shamanism seminar in town.
All that’s fine and they were great guests, but the kicker was when the husband asked if I’d seen the show Portlandia and then described himself and his wife ‘like Portlandia, except in real life’. When he came back from town he offered me a piece of the special organic home-made chocolate they bought from a local shop. Must be two of the most self-aware people I’ve ever met!” (Source).
The Idiot Scatterbrained Swiss Backpackers
“A friend of mine rents out the inlaw unit in the house he and his wife share. It’s a pretty sweet space, they’re on a hill and the inlaw unit is the lowest level, so it’s kinda a basement even though it’s above ground. It has a separate entrance and private bathroom and is super quiet and nice. Doesn’t have a kitchen, but they’ve set it up with a microwave, mini-fridge, and coffee maker, complete with a hostess basket of free tea and popcorn and hot chocolate. It’s really like a mini-hotel in a suburb neighborhood and they’ve had quite a few guests who have been very nice and respectful. Anyway, recently they hosted a Swiss couple who had been backpacking up and down the Pacific coast and rented my friend’s Airbnb for their last couple nights before flying home. They were quiet, didn’t bother my friend much, but the last night they were there, my friend and his wife heard this strange beeping coming from downstairs and the sounds of their guests scrambling around. By the time he got himself awake and pants-on, though, the beeping had stopped. He shrugged and went back to bed. The next morning the Swiss left no problem. So my friend goes down to check out the room, and first off, these people had left random scraps of trash everywhere. Not like junk, like receipts and bits of wrappers, etc. Probably stuff they had accumulated over the course of their trip, but instead of putting it all into the trashcan, somehow it wound up all over the room. They also left a couple things that they had obviously bought for their trip and didn’t want anymore, ok fine, but the most suspicious thing was A) a cooking pot, recently used (and poorly cleaned), and 2) a portable propane tank, also used. My friend stared at this a moment, then, suspicion rising, he looked around. He saw that the smoke detector for the room was fine, but the carbon monoxide detector had had its batteries removed. The carbon monoxide detector” (Source).
Her and Her “Brother”
“We had a guest book our guest home for her birthday weekend. It was just going to be her and her ‘brother’. She texted the day before saying it was just going to be her. I thought that no one should have to be alone for their birthday, so we put up a happy birthday banner and bought her some Cupcake wine with a decorative birthday wine glass and a big cupcake. She cried. Turns out the brother was actually a married guy she’d moved across the country for, but big surprise, hadn’t/wouldn’t leave the wife. They broke up the day before her romantic beach birthday trip. I hope she’s found better people to hang out with. Typically the messy, spill coffee on the white carpet, complain about needing to remodel the jacuzzi tub into a shower people were 60+. People with kids almost always leave the place perfectly clean and apologize for the mess. And if you make a one time special allowance for a dog they will lock the dog in the bathroom and then complain about the dog hair in the tub. At least that’s my experience” (Source).
How to Clean Out the Lint Trap
“I stayed at an Airbnb in Denver last summer. When we arrived at 1pm the host was there waiting for us. She was a young twenty something who would make you think how a person that young would have a place so nice to Airbnb. She apologized because the bed sheets/comforter were still in the dryer and taking forever. She ‘didn’t know what was up with the dryer. It has been taking forever to dry stuff for awhile now’. I go to the dryer and find the lint trap (which was kind of hidden inside the dryer in her defense) to find a layer of lint thicker than a blanket. I like to think her mind was blown that day” (Source).
The Unexpected Wedding
“Not me but my brother…. He owes a really nice house in a popular area of the city he lives in. Since he travels out of town for work every other week he rented his 3 bedroom house out a pretty good amount. A couple rented out the place for a random weekend he was out of town last fall, nothing too strange at first just another weekend. He did find it odd that they were from the same city and wanted to rent his place for three days but really didn’t pay it too much attention. When he came home he noticed a lot of things just seemed off with his house – furniture not exactly in the same place, paintings on the wall were crooked, carpet really dirty for just 2 people, and his back yard was wrecked. A few days later he runs into his next door neighbor who starts asking him about the wedding. My brother had absolutely no idea what he was talking about and comes to find out the couple who he rented his place out to threw a full on wedding at his house. He looks the girl up on Facebook and sure enough, they had a huge rehearsal dinner the night before, catered wedding, around 40 people in chairs they brought and setup in the backyard, even a f–kin minister. It’s not like he has a huge back yard either – maybe 25’x40′. It’s a really packed in neighborhood. He came home the next day and his house was cleaned out. Apparently someone made a copy of his key and let themselves in the next day and cleaned him out during the day, taking everything thru the back door and out the garage leading to the alley. Doesn’t rent his place out anymore” (Source).
The Guest Turned Host and Pet Sitter
“I do have a story from being a guest. I rented an Airbnb for a few nights in the Midwest, college town area, super last minute because the friend I was supposed to stay with got sick. The girl was super nice and said no problem I could stay there even though I literally tried to book about 5 hours before my arrival via plane. I show up at 11PM and the host is friendly but the house reeks of cats my the profile said I must love cats, and I’ve been to houses that have cats but this odor was pretty stifling. It turns out her cats like to randomly mark throughout the house, particularly on the bathroom floor and downstairs on carpet with their poop. Their litter boxes looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in ages and some of the poop was molding. On top of that, the kitchen floor was dirty and sticky. House was just generally messy and I couldn’t close the door of my bedroom otherwise it smelled really bad. Day before I need to leave and move to different accommodations, the host tells me that she has to go out of town unexpectedly the day I’m supposed to leave and that she will be hiring a pet sitter. I offered to pet sit in exchange for free housing for the remainder of my stay because I felt bad for the cats. Worked out for the both of us. First thing I did was mop the floor and vacuum the next day because it was frankly giving me the Heebie-jeebies walking around. I also had to play host to two of her Airbnb guests that were staying for a few days each” (Source).
No, We Did Not F–k
“There was this one 19 year old girl (let’s call her Catherine) who stayed over for ~4 nights. My sister had gone to my grandmother’s at the time along with my dad and my brother was at school. So it was just me and my mom. I chose to stay at home because I wanted to be anti social, and Catherine saw that. Catherine was coming over to my city to see some friends who lived nearby, and she somehow noticed how I stayed at home playing Skyrim the entire day without ever leaving the house, so she invited me to go out with her and her friends. (very nice people) Because of this, we started talking and relating a lot more during her stay here. Heck, she also taught me how to make kick-a– sandwiches for lunch. The day she left was a sad day, because our friendship had grown so much. Her and I still actively keep in touch, even though she came here over a year ago. I will never forget her. No we didn’t f–k” (Source).
A Full-On Orgy on the Carpet
“Due to a mishap, I hosted someone on my wedding night – my husband and I are super low key people and while we tried to cancel at first, the couple who was booking convinced us that they really wanted to stay over. We decided whatever, we were barely going to be there anyway and they seemed nice. Fast forward to us getting home at around 2am. Everyone is gone, the apartment is trashed but nothing is broken – whatever, we head to bed to talk. We hear them come in, and they’re clearly drunk people “trying to be quiet”. We’re not too concerned, even when we start to hear them cutting lines of coke. We had an ex-roomie who came from a rich family who was a bit of a cokehead, they can be obnoxious but are rarely too unbearable. I feel like I should add at this point we are really polite Canadians, so confrontation isn’t our jam, and they’re not being too disruptive. Fast forward to sometime around 4-5am. We start to hear someone having sex in our living room, which is outside of our bedroom. Less okay, but again, better to just leave it and deal with it in the morning. I was not about to walk into someone balls deep into his girlfriend just to kick them out. Too much potential for problems. In the morning I get up to go to the bathroom. There are not only two naked people on my couch, but not the people we booked too. The mess is obviously still there, but they’ve pushed the table across the room and there are little coke baggies. I am pretty mad at this point, so I go pee, then go to wake up my husband. He is cranky but we streamline to the room they rented. Along the way, the naked couple who is now partially dressed wishes us congrats sleepily. When we get to the room, there is a third person in there too. A total of five people, 3 we’ve never seen before. My husband is pretty firm and says they need to clean and get out, and that it’s pretty rude. He says really forcibly at this point, ‘It was my wedding night and a lot of sex was had in this apartment, but not by me!’ I cracked up, the kids (they were around 19-20) freaked out and proceeded to clean the apartment to even nicer than when they arrived. They even left us apology note, saying how they were ‘really f–ked up’ and didn’t expect it to happen. Due to all this drama, we forget the second Airbnb we had who was staying more long term. He arrives later that night, and my husband goes into damage control apologizing and sh-t. That’s when the full picture of what actually happened comes to light, as my husband jokes that they ‘were even having sex in the living room’, the dude goes, ‘ya I saw! I was going to the bathroom and I saw them. Men, and women, all of them together in a pile on your carpet’. Yup, they full on had an orgy all over my carpet. I end up posting the note online, and Airbnb got us a new carpet. It went viral, I wrote about it for Vice and I got interviewed by Buzzfeed. Now I literally have no excuse to ever forget my wedding night” (Source).
The Sudden Rap Video
“This just happened two weeks ago. An Airbnb guest booked our home for a weekend while we were out of town in Yosemite. (4) guests, consisting of (2) 30-40 somethings (label rep and manager) and (2) 20-something music artists. The manager was the one making the booking. They had (2) hotels room booked nearby but wanted to have a common area where they could watch TV as a group after the long days in the recording studio. It was possible that the label representative wouldn’t be making the trip because of a conflict, so it was either three or four guests. They booked the day before arrival which should have been a red-flag, but we’d had a cancellation and I wanted to try to earn back some of that money to refund to the previous guest. Regardless of our strict cancellation policy, if we can rebook, I like to offer a refund. I reduce our rate from $700/night to $350/night + cleaning fee, but they were going to be three low impact guests barely at the house. I highlighted the no party and no smoking polices, and we headed out to Yosemite.
At 11PM on that Friday night, I got a note from my neighbor asking ‘if he was invited, lol.’ I brought up my Nest Camera on the back patio by the pool to see if perhaps he’d confused a bit of music on the patio for something untoward. Instead, I saw 15 people smoking and dancing on my back patio. I called and texted the guest but received no reply. I messaged the guest to let him know that I’d be driving back 5 hours from Yosemite and cancelling his reservation if he didn’t respond. Ten minutes later I got a call from (name changed) Frankie. Frankie was the the label’s representative and told me that the Manager I spoke to the night before (the one who was absolutely going to be there) wasn’t there, and wasn’t ever going to be there. He also assured me that there were only 6 people total at the house and no one was smoking cigarettes. Just pot. This was as I’m watching him on the nest camera talking to me, standing in front of 15 people outside on my back deck. So I asked him to look up at the camera and this had the unexpected side effect of improving both his mathematical and visual acuity. Suddenly, he did notice 15 people outside and 10 more inside, and he was able to observe people smoking cigarettes. He apologized and promised he would shut it down immediately, and true to his word he stopped the smoking, partying etc within 15 minutes on the patio. I don’t have cameras inside so this was at least an improvement. I had him promise to stick to the house rules (of which he was apparently never made aware by the Manager who booked the unit) and decided I would deal with the cleaning when I returned. End of story. Until the next day, Saturday. On Saturday, around 2PM I checked in and saw that there were 13 vehicles parked in front of my house. Men with headphones wearing black SECURITY t-shirts and walkie talkies. A large equipment truck. And between 10-15 people standing in the middle of my street out front blocking traffic with cones. I called Frankie and he advised me that the house was so beautiful that they had decided to shoot their rap video at my house. Such luck! He apologized for the cones and additional people, but he said that the security guards would control the 35+ people that were at the house. Models, hair stylists, makeup, photographers etc. Frankie let me know that the security was his idea because the artist had posted an open call on twitter for these people and since Frankie didn’t know who they were, he thought security would be a good idea to protect the artists. And as an added benefit, my neighbors would feel even more secure. I asked Frankie if I was on a hidden camera show. Did he think my hesitance with 15-20 people at a party the night before might have been due to the fact that what I really wanted was to have 40 people at my house blocking traffic shooting a rap video. He said that the photographers needed the ‘shot’ of the rapper pulling into his luxury pad for the beginning of the video, so that’s why they needed to block traffic (for safety). He did say that they’d be done by no later than 8PM the next day–a short 9 hours past the agreed upon check-out time. So kind of them–they would have the unit cleaned and I wouldn’t even notice they’d been there. ‘They’d done this before.’ And because getting professional cleaning was so blast, they would have the photographers, security, models and the artists clean themselves. This would also keep the number of people down as they wouldn’t need to push it to 42 to have cleaners come. If you take a roll of the Dice, in lower Manhattan you might find some interesting Instagram pictures. It will give you a little sense of the impact upon my neighbors. The entourage was very memorable. Without getting into too much detail, Airbnb was fantastic. It took 14 days but they approved the additional cleaning, the dry cleaning to the couch (still hoping it was a vat of salmon grease that spilled on my couch and not a ‘model’ with an STD), the costs for the guests heating the pool to 94 degrees for 47 hours straight as well as all the items they threw away. I realize that Frankie’s version of cleaning was to throw everything away. Pillows, sheets, comforters, towels, beach towels, some of our clothing, oddly 1 each of both of my wife’s two sets of flip flops, all were missing and thrown away. I saw video of them throwing it into the dumpster they delivered in front of my house for the cleanup. Some of it we picked out of our trash can and it was in good condition. I assume that in Texas, they have combined laundry machine/dumpsters. One small cause for concern is the guest is STILL on the platform. I’m hopeful that changes in the next several days. But I’ll be leaving a very strongly worded review tomorrow, the last day I can. The Texas burn was just an off the cuff joke, but /u/InfiniteWitches made me want to clarify that all Texans, all young kids, all rappers, etc do not act like this” (Source).
Hector and the Illegal Room
“This experience as tenants was quite memorable. Some backstory: Four of my friends and I decided to go to California. For accommodations, we chose to rent out a BnB online. Upon landing, things got sketchy. We contacted the host (letÕs call her Veronica) to notify her of our arrival. She told us the address of the apartment, which was different than the one initially listed. We were also told not to contact the front desk for anything, but instead to her directly. This raised some red flags, but we were only staying for three nights so we weren’t too concerned. Now to the eventful night: After having a great time around town, we headed on back to our room to chill for a bit before going to a club. When we got ready to leave, we went over to the door, but realized the lock is broken. We struggle for 20 minutes trying to get the door open, but to no avail. There also were no screwdrivers around that would allow us to remove the lock. We were essentially stuck inside our room on the 49th floor of this apartment complex so we decided to contact Veronica. After another 30 minutes of trying to explain things through texts, she says she will call the front desk to help us out. This is when things get f–ked up. 40 minutes later, the maintenance man comes to our room (let’s call him Hector). Problem is that Hector is drunk and banging on our door. Oh yeah, did I mention Veronica was about to get evicted in a couple of days due to overdue rent? We had no idea either. Anyways, Hector tells us he will let us out when we pay our overdue rent whether it takes 4 hours or 4 days. We try to explain what’s happened but he doesn’t seem to understand us. He’s angrily trying to break down the door to come in. Now, here we are, five guys who aren’t from the area and the only exit from the room we are currently stuck in is the door that is being broken down by Hector. We decided to call 911 since we didn’t know whether this guy had a gun on him. While on the line with the operator, he somehow manages to come inside and I sh-t you not the door locks behind him and is stuck once again. Now the five of us are stuck with pissed off Hector looking around and asking about rent not knowing whether he is armed while we are quietly on the line with the cops. Hector calms down once he realizes we know nothing about the rent situation. At around the same time, cops rush to the building and are demanding Hector open the door with his hands up. But the door is stuck, and Hector is trying to open it up with a large kitchen knife, because why not? After some shouting back and forth, we finally get Hector to drop the knife. Some police officers manage to get out to a neighbors’ balcony and ask two of us already standing out there what went down. We describe the situation and they head back to try to get the door open. Eventually, the cops got it open and after further explanation of the situation, everything turned out well for those involves. Except for Veronica. She was found to be subletting apartment rooms and condos online. She got completely f–ked by her landlord after she was f–king them over for the last few years. Basically, I accidentally booked an illegal room online. Somehow got locked in with a dude named Hector. Sh-t went down with Hector and the cops” (Source).