Guy calls in on our toll free reservation line last week, and everything starts out fine.
He's polite, thick southern accent but understandable, wants to book 3 adjoining double-rooms for the 4th of July weekend.
Then all of a sudden he shifts into super-grumpy-angry-old-man mode, and screams into my ear:
"And you listen here, Sonny, I won't be paying a cent over $50 a room"
I couldn't help myself. I laughed at him. He hung up.
In this town, on this weekend, you'd be very hard-pressed to find a room at triple that price. For $50, you could get a cot at the Salvation Army, or maybe a shared room at a hostel.
He's polite, thick southern accent but understandable, wants to book 3 adjoining double-rooms for the 4th of July weekend.
Then all of a sudden he shifts into super-grumpy-angry-old-man mode, and screams into my ear:
"And you listen here, Sonny, I won't be paying a cent over $50 a room"
I couldn't help myself. I laughed at him. He hung up.
In this town, on this weekend, you'd be very hard-pressed to find a room at triple that price. For $50, you could get a cot at the Salvation Army, or maybe a shared room at a hostel.
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