Hotel clerk: May I have your street address?
Me: 3— S Street.
Hotel Clerk: Can you spell that?
Me: Sure. “S.”
Tee hee ;) It’s the little things that make me happy.
I knew it was going to be bad when the key to the room was a key…
with the room number engraved right on it.
Convenient if you happen to forget which room you’re in, but not so convenient, as the hilarious Matt Kirshen pointed out, should you forget your key at the bar…
I was at an event where the host hotel billed itself as a “resort.” I beg to differ. $178 a nite for a hotel right out of 1960 and a room with no window, no thermostat, and no bath linens.
Where should I start?… How about the 4:15 check in time. Yes, you read right. I got there a little after 1 p.m. and figured at most I’d have to wait until 2 to check in. Nope 4 p.m. There were tons of other people waiting in the lobby too. I went back to my car and waited.
Then when I finally did get into the [tiny ass] room, it was FREEZING. I immediately started looking for the thermostat, but when I couldn’t find it after a few minutes I called down to the front desk for some help.”Are you in the big room or the small room?” the lady asked me. To which I replied, “I can’t imagine this is the big room, so I’m pretty sure I’m in the small one. It’s freezing in here.” She then went on to explain that the thermostat was controlled by the guests in the larger room attached to mine.
“So we have to agree on whether we’re hot or cold?”
“Well, yes ma’am. But there should be an extra blanket in the armoire.” Continue reading →