You should have demanded a new blanket, Brandi. Having to travel for work makes you appreciate home so much more. I went on several trips to Eastern Europe in the early 90s and can tell you some stories about disgusting accommodations.

I once flew back from Frankfurt and someone in front of me had the worst gas I've ever encountered. Ironically, I was in business class, in the upstairs of the airplane (the best place to sit), but this ignorant jerk kept wafting these eye burning, killer f*rts. Seriously, they were so bad that me and my traveling companion were nauseated. It went on the whole flight---Frankfurt to DC.