But you're NEVER sold out!

[Peppergirl]

I like it when they demand you tell them why you are sold out.

As if it's any of their freakin' business.

I'm a travel agent, so I get a little of this too. Not nearly as badly as you hotel folks, but I do get the dramatic, put-upon sighs when I tell customers a hotel is sold out. They're also incredulous, like they don't believe me.

Seriously - I want to ask them: If you go to Walmart and they are sold out of Bread, do you believe them?

Stupid question - these types of SC's probably wreak havoc everywhere they go.

[Kristev]

No, they don't believe it when Wal-Mart is sold out of anything. They always gripe and complain, and force anyone they can find (including me) to drop what we're doing and go hunt. In that case, the rare blessing of a manager with a hand scanner is a wonderful sight.

It simply does not occur to these consumers that in a store with every register more jammed than Lt. Uhura's computer, that we don't have an infinite supply of things they think they need at the moment, because we're dependant on undepentable vendors.

[DGoddessChardonnay]

Ok you have officially beaten my weirdest business combo

This is way stranger than the Beauty Shop/Pizza Place that's on the way to my inlaws.

Years ago my hairdresser had her beauty shop in the back of a billiard club (more like a honky-tonk style pool hall.)

So if you wanted to get gussied up for an evening shooting pool and drinking beer, you were all set.

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

That idiot should've been along with my family on our trip to Mount Rushmore in, say, 1990 or so. Then she'd understand quite well that hotels do indeed sell out.

We happened to be visiting right around the 4th of July, and there was some big anniversary or other to-do at Mount Rushmore, and President Bush the First was making a special appearance there. So there were no open hotel rooms for a radius of many miles.

And it was steaming hot weather, and we were in a non air conditioned car with vinyl seats, and mom and dad were ready to murder us kids because we were so hot and uncomfortable and complain-y, and we would've ended up sleeping in our car that night if it weren't for some hotel clerk someplace making some phone calls and locating us a room in a motel in Rapid City.

So we got to Rapid City, found the motel, checked in, swam in the pool (yay!), and settled in to our room, which was in the basement and thus rather musty and also located beneath the motel's bar. In fact, we figure we were right below the pool table, because we kept hearing banging on the ceiling all night, like cue sticks being banged on the floor.

Also that night, we ate dinner at a Hardees and my mom got a metal wire in her hot dog.

[Marmalady]

Your rite! (dance widdershins around SC, flinging poo magic dust)

You've been watching!!!

[jjc927]

Why on earth was she waiting until 9pm to get a room for that same night? What a nut.

[Blade_Raver]

I would have told the guy something along the lines of this:

"After talking to you, I have 2 reasons to be happy:

1 - Our hotel has all rooms sold out.
2 - We don't have to provide service to an irrational asshat such as yourself because of it.

Thank you for making my day! The door is behind you. I suggest you use it."