Been working in hotels for 15 years.
So, one day, my boss asks me to throw out the lost & found pile, which had grown to take up half a room. (Depending on which state it’s in, we need to keep things for 30-90 days, after which they’re thrown out or claimed by hotel staff) As I’m loading the cart, I notice how much of it is good stuff- We had had a family staying with us for several weeks after losing their home in a fire, and they had received a ton of donations from different people and charities, most of which they left behind as the new place was too small for all of it. There were clothes and toys still brand new in the box, and I felt bad about throwing it all out. So I go ask my manager if he minds if I donate the stuff to a local shelter/thrift store.
He says “Sure.” After a moment: “Oh- You may want to take out the bag of dildos first.”
Towards the bottom of the pile was a bag- Everything had come from one particular room: A quart sized jar of lube and at least a half dozen rubber dicks that would put Ron Jeremy to shame. When I threw the bag away, one of them turned on. I could hear it buzzing in the otherwise empty dumpster all the way across the parking lot for the next half hour.
No way I was reaching in to turn it off.
