When I was on a business trip last week, the first night was spent in a hotel in Orlando that is in between being a Crowne Plaza and a Doubletree. Meaning, for now it is in identity limbo. The room was fine (and my dinner was delicious) but there wasn’t a feeling of brand pride among the staff (because there was no brand).
The second night, we were in a Hampton Inn in Gainesville. Adorning my bathroom was this “tissue art.”
Little things matter, and we travelers notice.
Nice job, Hampton. You came out smelling like a rose.
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