...What do they do?
Typically, when someone comes in and doesn't agree with the rate at my hotel, they'll just thank me and walk out. Other times, you get the ones who take some sort of personal offense to the rate, as though I made it up out of spite.
Take the case of a man who just walked out. He came in, asked the rate, and I told him. He gasped and asked, "What happened to $69.95 a night? Everybody's over $100 a night up here!"
"It's tourist season, sir," I said.
He looked at me as though he'd never heard the words "tourist" and "season" ever used, linked, in a sentence before. A new concept. A puzzle to solve.
"Oh, so it's a monopoly then. I see."
He was turning to walk away but he did see me shake my head and squint my eyes as though I was pained by his idiocy.
"No. No, it's not a 'monopoly.'"
He snarled. "Thank you," and stormed out.
Or take the case of a man who didn't care for the price last weekend. He asked for the rate, I told him what it was, and he asked me why he couldn't get the same rate he got in April.
Is it just me, or does that question answer itself? You can't get the April rate in July. Is this a difficult concept to grasp?
He huffed and puffed a bit, but was digging out his credit card when he said, "I think you're ripping me off."
I smiled very pleasantly and asked with a gentle lilt to my voice, "Would you like to find other lodging, sir?"
"No! I want to stay here if that's alright with you." If looks could kill...
"I'm sorry sir, but it's not alright." Ever so pleasant.
He shoved his cards back into his wallet and asked for my name, which I refused to give him, then said "I'll fix you," and left.
Needless to say, I remain unfixed.
Typically, when someone comes in and doesn't agree with the rate at my hotel, they'll just thank me and walk out. Other times, you get the ones who take some sort of personal offense to the rate, as though I made it up out of spite.
Take the case of a man who just walked out. He came in, asked the rate, and I told him. He gasped and asked, "What happened to $69.95 a night? Everybody's over $100 a night up here!"
"It's tourist season, sir," I said.
He looked at me as though he'd never heard the words "tourist" and "season" ever used, linked, in a sentence before. A new concept. A puzzle to solve.
"Oh, so it's a monopoly then. I see."
He was turning to walk away but he did see me shake my head and squint my eyes as though I was pained by his idiocy.
"No. No, it's not a 'monopoly.'"
He snarled. "Thank you," and stormed out.
Or take the case of a man who didn't care for the price last weekend. He asked for the rate, I told him what it was, and he asked me why he couldn't get the same rate he got in April.
Is it just me, or does that question answer itself? You can't get the April rate in July. Is this a difficult concept to grasp?
He huffed and puffed a bit, but was digging out his credit card when he said, "I think you're ripping me off."
I smiled very pleasantly and asked with a gentle lilt to my voice, "Would you like to find other lodging, sir?"
"No! I want to stay here if that's alright with you." If looks could kill...
"I'm sorry sir, but it's not alright." Ever so pleasant.
He shoved his cards back into his wallet and asked for my name, which I refused to give him, then said "I'll fix you," and left.
Needless to say, I remain unfixed.
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