>>19981121My dad had a bad hoarding disorder, so whenever he went to a hotel he collected all the extra disposable trinkets from the room.
When he passed, we discovered he had concealed lots of boxes in the attic. "Wow, there must be some good stuff in those boxes!" we thought.
We opened one. It was full to the brim with hotel slippers.
We opened another. More hotel slippers.
We're still finding the occasional hotel slipper stuffed inside the walls of the house to this day.
