I like to put a 20 dollar bill in the Bible at the first page of Ecclesiastes. That way the next poor sucker wanting to binge on some existential angst suddenly finds themselves with cash for beer or ??? Take that dark cloud!! I laugh evilly every time I imagine them finding it!!
One thing I have done, more than once, is open up the Bible and, if it has a few pages of introduction from the publisher with a list of questions/platitudes like “Are you sad? Depressed? Alone? Feeling hurt?” etc., etc., “Keep reading. God has all the answers!” I will write in the number to the national suicide prevention hotline. Not really a “prank” as I see it so much as an improvement.
I’m not sure that’s a “prank” so much as it’s “the reason I always find the Bible in the hotel room, open it spine up, and flip all the pages to see if anything falls out”.
But then, I always search my hotel room’s nooks and crannies when I check in, along with unmaking the bed and lifting it up to check for bedbugs.
How old are you? Because maybe if you’re 12, I’ll cut you a break. Otherwise, that’s just being a pathetic asshole.
Most likely an urban legend, but I’d heard stories of a local brothel/strip club putting their phone number there.
There’s an old joke about a sign in front of a church reading, “If tired of sin, come in”.
On which is scrawled, “If not, call Trixie at 555-1234”.
The OP is a Rookie. The best Hotel prank is to drop a deuce in the ice-maker. Depending on the model, requires Mad Pro-level Skilz.
What is the skill level of this compared to a Cleveland Steamer?
Some of them new Hoshizaki units are essentially Top-loaders, so some contortionalism is required.
Hell, anybody can pull off a Classic Steamer. The Apprensive Debutante is a good transitional maneuover.
Crap. I meant Chicago Sunroof. I just googled that other thing and that is not what I meant!
Think of the suicides you’ve prevented, the depressions you’ve yanked someone out of!
Yeah, if I were Ecclesiat’ing*… I’d grab that twenty, run across the parking lot to the gas station and load up on Chee-tos and Butterfingers and Vanilla Cokes. Personal crisis solved!
Vanity of vanities! All is vanity.
What does man gain by all the toil at which he toils under the sun?
A generation goes, and a generation comes, but the earth remains forever…
All things are full of weariness; a man cannot utter it;
the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.
What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun.
Is there a thing of which it is said, “See, this is new”?
It has been already in the ages before us.
There is no remembrance of former things,
nor will there be any remembrance
of later things yet to be among those who come after…
It’s the uplifting part of the Bible, for sure!
A prank is something you pull on someone you know, something that can be easily undone and causes no lasting harm, and you laugh with the victim about later. This stuff is just being an asshole. Imagine driving hundreds of miles with a couple of kids in the car, you get them in bed and then at 3 am the clock radio blares heavy metal. Real fucking funny. Or an arthritic traveler has to stand waiting for an elevator to return from the top floor because of some asshole.
I heard years ago (early 2000s) on a morning radio show that people would leave porn in the nightstand under the drawer (i.e. you have to remove the nightstand drawer to find it) for fellow travelers, and dozens of callers verifying that this was a thing. I assume the internet has probably rendered this obsolete.
Also, Housekeeping also regularly turns off the air or heat. Cranking it up or down just raises the cost of staying at the hotel and they are used to these pranks. It’s just stupid.
Another great prank* is when you leave, plug all the drains in the bathtub and turn the water on full blast. With any luck, the resulting flood will destroy most of the hotel!
*No, actually it’s not a prank - it’s fucking vandalism.
Yup, there’s no such thing as adulterated or counterfeit drugs.
I like to leave a baggie of uranium under the mattress. Radiation–the gift that keeps on giving!
After you’ve checked out, sneak back into the room and hide in the bathroom. When the next guest opens the door, hit them in the throat with a ski. Hilarious!
My brain wanted to sub in “urine” for “uranium”. I think that’s a viable option, if one can’t find any uranium.
Guys, don’t give the OP any more ideas …