Woman: My room doesn't have a closet. (stated, not questioned.)
Me:....(oh great, they're remodeling again).
Turns out she didn't know it was behind the mirror. 99% of guests, regs or not, know.
Man: I felt the elevators go up, but the doors didn't open. (another statement).
Turns out he didn't know or hear the doors open behind him. LOL
Woman: On your website, it says your suites are $119, not $159. (stated with a accusing look like I'm the webmaster). It also says your parking is free, not $15/day.
Me:....Realllllly. (oh great, the sales manager fucked up on our site's info).
Turns out she was looking at the website for the wrong hotel. Aye carumba! :P
Blind as a bat SC: (on phone) Where the HELL is your parking????
SC's wife: Dear, isn't right there? (points to parking garage door, plains as you can see with a BIG ass sign with P A R K I N G on it)
Blind as bat SC: You've got to be kidding! That little sign?! AH HA HA HA HA. ( laughs manically, slams phone in my ear)
Douche. They get married to the nicest people.
Woman with heavy thick accent, sounds British: How much is your tags here?
Me: Uhhhh....we don't have any.
Woman: O_o How. Much. Is Your Tacks. Here??
Me: We don't have any of those either. :P
Woman: O____O ***** (100 Veins pop out)
Turns out she was asking about tax aka sales tax. My brain didn't even fathom that. But she just kept repeating herself, didn't even say helpfully, "You know....like for the IRS?" Nothing. :P I thought her veins was about to pop.
Okay so the last BB was mine. Kinda. Sue me. :PPPP
Me:....(oh great, they're remodeling again).
Turns out she didn't know it was behind the mirror. 99% of guests, regs or not, know.
Turns out he didn't know or hear the doors open behind him. LOL
Woman: On your website, it says your suites are $119, not $159. (stated with a accusing look like I'm the webmaster). It also says your parking is free, not $15/day.
Me:....Realllllly. (oh great, the sales manager fucked up on our site's info).
Turns out she was looking at the website for the wrong hotel. Aye carumba! :P
SC's wife: Dear, isn't right there? (points to parking garage door, plains as you can see with a BIG ass sign with P A R K I N G on it)
Blind as bat SC: You've got to be kidding! That little sign?! AH HA HA HA HA. ( laughs manically, slams phone in my ear)
Douche. They get married to the nicest people.
Woman with heavy thick accent, sounds British: How much is your tags here?
Me: Uhhhh....we don't have any.
Woman: O_o How. Much. Is Your Tacks. Here??
Me: We don't have any of those either. :P
Woman: O____O ***** (100 Veins pop out)
Turns out she was asking about tax aka sales tax. My brain didn't even fathom that. But she just kept repeating herself, didn't even say helpfully, "You know....like for the IRS?" Nothing. :P I thought her veins was about to pop.
Okay so the last BB was mine. Kinda. Sue me. :PPPP
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