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Dear Rude Jackass...
Apr. 27th, 2006 06:10 pmDear Rude Jackass that used to be in 704,
It's really weird that my mutant ability is the ability to spot trouble customers. When I saw you, I was hoping for a false positive, but from now on, I'm just going to trust my insticts. And my suspicions were confirmed when you started nagging at me to give you a lower rate, first because it wasn't summer yet, then because you "get Christmas cards" from us. Dude, I didn't even get a Christmas card from this place, and I work here. You must be shrooming. And how dare I make you go find the Tavel Saver coupon book, because *I* need the coupon to honor the rate. You don't need a coupon, because we send you Christmas cards, and you're obviously special. I was really praying you'd go to fucking Comfort Inn, and die there, but no...You returned to darken my counter, with the Travel Saver book I so harshly made you find. I checked you in. I asked if you had any kids with you. You said no. What the hell was that little blond girl that was following you around? A very youthful midget?? It wasn't like we were going to charge you extra for a 6 year old. OH OOH...But wait a minute. You also said, "You must not have worked here long." HUH? But fine, you're in, laadeedaa. Not 15 minutes later you come down and say, "The remote doesn't work. I'm going out to dinner. Put a new remote in my room," as you are walking out. I say, "Sir, why don't you stop by the office on the way back?" You give me this stare that honestly I can *only* discribe as porcine, and say, "I don't want to keep coming up and down. Put the remote in my room." I try to inform you that the Housekeeping Staff is gone, and I'm not really supposed to to into people's rooms when they are not there. And you throw me attitude! I'm thinking, "Fine, what ever, I'm not taking a remote up there." Not even 15 minutes later, long enough for you to stew about it in your truck, you come back in and slide the keys at me. "I want to check out. I don't need some front desk clerk arguing with me." Eh heh...I think you expected me to apologize and try to make you stay, but no. I'm happy to see you go.
Signed, Your Front Desk Girl, Who's been here almost a YEAR!
It's really weird that my mutant ability is the ability to spot trouble customers. When I saw you, I was hoping for a false positive, but from now on, I'm just going to trust my insticts. And my suspicions were confirmed when you started nagging at me to give you a lower rate, first because it wasn't summer yet, then because you "get Christmas cards" from us. Dude, I didn't even get a Christmas card from this place, and I work here. You must be shrooming. And how dare I make you go find the Tavel Saver coupon book, because *I* need the coupon to honor the rate. You don't need a coupon, because we send you Christmas cards, and you're obviously special. I was really praying you'd go to fucking Comfort Inn, and die there, but no...You returned to darken my counter, with the Travel Saver book I so harshly made you find. I checked you in. I asked if you had any kids with you. You said no. What the hell was that little blond girl that was following you around? A very youthful midget?? It wasn't like we were going to charge you extra for a 6 year old. OH OOH...But wait a minute. You also said, "You must not have worked here long." HUH? But fine, you're in, laadeedaa. Not 15 minutes later you come down and say, "The remote doesn't work. I'm going out to dinner. Put a new remote in my room," as you are walking out. I say, "Sir, why don't you stop by the office on the way back?" You give me this stare that honestly I can *only* discribe as porcine, and say, "I don't want to keep coming up and down. Put the remote in my room." I try to inform you that the Housekeeping Staff is gone, and I'm not really supposed to to into people's rooms when they are not there. And you throw me attitude! I'm thinking, "Fine, what ever, I'm not taking a remote up there." Not even 15 minutes later, long enough for you to stew about it in your truck, you come back in and slide the keys at me. "I want to check out. I don't need some front desk clerk arguing with me." Eh heh...I think you expected me to apologize and try to make you stay, but no. I'm happy to see you go.
Signed, Your Front Desk Girl, Who's been here almost a YEAR!
