​We were in the Fredericksburg, VA area on January 1, 2017.  The day was sunny and we had a fun time...but boy did we see and experience different things that day!
The first experience happened at the visitor center bathrooms.  The bathrooms are accessed through the parking lot so were luckily open on this holiday.  There was a car in the parking lot with a lady waiting for someone who was in the bathrooms.  We split up and headed into our respective bathrooms.  When we met outside Jason had a huge grin on his face.  Apparently the lady was waiting for a man who was in the bathroom listening to porn....loudly.  That is definitely a first! We just chuckled and moved on.
A little bit later we were walking down the street and saw a couple totally wrapped around each other standing on the street corner.  Way too affectionate for public.  We walked up upon them and they didn't stop.  We walked by.  They didn't stop.  We walked down a block to the end of the business section of town and turned.  The couple was still going strong.  What was even more 'off' it was two older ladies. Another couple walked by about the same time we did and the guy muttered. "I think I just threw up in my mouth."  Once again, who knows...but we just chuckled and moved on!
After our stroll around downtown Fredericksburg, we headed back up the road.  Our first stop was at the Stafford Civil War Park.  The trails were easy and relatively well maintained, but not well marked.  We could only chuckle when a group of black guys walked by us and told us to be careful because the red coats were coming.  We just smiled and wished them a good day.  As soon as they were passed us though we burst out laughing......wrong  war dip-wads!  Civil war was NOT the redcoats!
The fourth and by far most interesting experience was at the Aquia Episcopal Church.  We got out and took our pictures and explored the old graveyard.  It was fascinating and neat.  As we walked by the church we tried to peer into the windows to see the historic building.  Jason naturally tried the door. Much to our surprise the door began to open.  Immediately an alarm started to blare inside the building.  "Run"  Jason hissed  as it scared us.  We didn't run away...but we did get in the car and drive down the road a bit before we decided to call the church and let them know what we had done.  After the phone call we decided to go back and wait for the church personnel (or cops) to show up to secure the building.  We were afraid that something would happen to the church in the meantime and we would somehow get pinned with the crime!  We went back and within minutes the pastor (I assume so at least) showed up.  We introduced ourselves and explained the situation.  He thanked us and we departed.  Shucks...at  least he could have offered us a tour of the building!!!

​In early April 2017 we stayed in Germantown at and Extended Stay hotel.  The visit wasn't bad, but it wasn't good.  The room had obviously not been cleaned overly well as we saw what looked to be boogers dried on the bathroom wall.  Yes, it was gross!  But a few weeks later when that hotel came up as the cheapest option for where we wanted to go, we decided to give it another try.  After all, I'm sure something like that could be overlooked very easily.
We pulled up to the hotel at about 3:15 on April 22.  Check in started at 3 so we were right on time.  We walked into the hotel lobby and there was a line.  The gentleman behind the counter was polite...but moved VERY slow. (And really, is an untucked dress shirt under a track jacket proper attire?)  Finally it was our turn to check in.  We walked into our room at 4:15, an hour after arriving at the hotel. 
The first thing we noticed?  The room reeked.  It was obvious that someone had been smoking pot in the room...a lot of pot!  We opened the window and let the room air out and we were right as rain.  Yes, I checked, the bathroom had no boogers so we were good!
The  next problem came at 12 midnight when someone knocked on our door.  Jason looked out the window and the guy quickly said "Sorry" and moved away.  Within the next half hour he knocked 4-5 more times.  I called the front desk but they just laughed and told us to call the police.  The police?  For someone roaming the property? We vowed that if it got out of hand we would.  I eventually went back to sleep but kept hearing random knocks that I thought I was just dreaming.  It wasn't until the morning that I found out that the knocking had recommenced at 3AM and again at 5AM. 
The icing on the cake?   When I was in the shower I looked up at the top of the shower curtain and there was a dried crusty washcloth hanging over the curtain. I knew immediately....neither Jason or I put washcloths over the curtain rod.  I asked him to be sure....and actually visually saw the washcloths that he and I both used.  It was DEFINITELY not ours!   EWWWWWW