So I was searching for airbnb places for a Washington DC vacation we’re planning in the fall. Found one with a perfect location. So, naturally, I went through the photographs.
The photographs were uninspiring, but that wasn’t why I rejected the place. I rejected the place because I was looking at one photo of the view through the window—and gradually realized that the window showed the reflection of the host taking the pictures in nothing but bright red underwear.
It is sort of reassuring to me, in a way, that whatever mistakes I may make as a host, I know for sure I won’t be making that one.