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I knew something was up when I heard the sound of a jet engine coming from the OTHER side of my hotel room door as I returned "home" tonight after another long, stressful day in this I'm-already-over-it-after-7-weeks job.

I opened the door and the picture above is what I saw . . . and HEARD.

I am not overly concerned with germs in my hotel rooms simply due to the fact that I try not to think about it. But the other day in the car ride to our destination for the week everyone was talking about it so last night I had socks on in my room and walked through a puddle in the rug outside the bathroom. The same thing occurred in my walk-in closet.

I am only here for 2 nights so I didn't want to make a fuss last night but this morning, before my all-day event, I stopped at the front desk to let them know. The industrial strength fan was what greeted me tonight when I entered the room.

I called the front desk and asked them to remove the jet engine fan and when I returned from a quick dinner, it was gone.

The puddles, I am sorry to say, were not.

More wet socks.