The Vacation from Hell: Ch 1: Beds from Hell

It's not often you come across a Bed From Hell. That is to say: it happens, sure. All of us probably have at one time or another slept on a Bed From Hell (and I use the term "sleep" lightly) but for the most part it's comfy, OK, even bearable beds for all.

So since I have had my second (and a half really, considering the only mildly successful attempt to tame the first beast by flipping the mattress) encounter with a Bed from Hell on this vacation it really feels like the whole trip is marked with these bastards, like stamps of approval from the Travel Agents from Hell.

(There's a haiku in there somewhere, but I couldn't make it work.)

This second bunion on the calloused toe of my existance was actually a Pallet of Pain consisiting of several thin blankets spread over a wanabe carpet atop the hardest slab of cement known to man.

I can honestly say it was the most uncomfortable bed I have ever slept in in my whole life. Slept, again, is a word to be used with caution.