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I swear, it was the night of the weirdos. When I came in there was Ms. Telephone and Ms. Useless there. They were extra nice to me, chatting and so on. Usually they just grab their stuff and go (i do it too! Hell yeah!) It was weird but it didn't think too much of it. Ms. I mumbled vaguely about someone wanting a different room and not getting it, and then they both left.
I had two checkins left. One went smoothly, he wanted a specific room but once i told him it was being painted, he wasn't that bothered.
While I was waiting for the last arrival, I checked my handy dandy security camera and saw a rough looking black man bump into our front door. I saw him look at our sign, look away, and then just stand there. After a minute he went away, or so I thought. He came back and rapped sharply on the glass.
He looked suspicous, (all the night owls do), so I spoke to him through the intercom. "Hello may I help you?" All I got was a garbled, slurred response so I decided to bite the bullet and let him in.
Weirdo: 'How may I help you'?! 'How may I help you'?!
Me:
Excuse me?!
W: 'Excuse me'?! Excuse you! (deeply offended pained stare )
Me: Sir, I was trying to be polite. If you don't like it then you can leave.
W: Polite?! Yeah right! This is discrimination! If I were white, then you'd serve me!
Me: -_______- Sir that doesn't matter.
W: Yes it does! What if I wanted a room?! Huh?!
Me: Then I would give you the price. And if you wanted to rent one and had the money, I would give you it.
W: Whatever. Is there an ATM here?
Me: No.
W: (shakes his head, muttering) 'How may I help you'?! (leaving)
Maybe should I greeted him with getdahelloutofmyfaceyou#*$@&$! LOL
So after the mega weirdo went away, I memorized his face so I could call the police if he came back to harass me some more. Still, he looked like all the rough looking weirdos that pass through. I doubt that I could pick him out in a crowd. Oh well.
my last checkin arrived, and you should've seen these people. They looked like they lived in a farm all of their lives, and were "visitin' th' biiig city". For a city slicker like me they gawked and I gawked back.
I took a long time explaining where everything was, and it took three or four times. They just looked at me like huh?! So finally I got them to sign their reg card (they grumbled about the parking charge) and they left. That was the end of it, or so I thought.
A few mintues later, the phone rings. It's the farmer's wife. She complained very nicely, that she booked a suite and this wasn't a suite. I told her to hold on, and checked the computer. Sure enough, it said that she had booked a suite, and Ms. Useless had changed her room. Now I understood Ms. U's niceness. Now I understood Ms. T's mutterings.
Me: I'm very sorry ma'am but it looks like we don't have any suites available.
Her: and I need a fridge for my insulin!
Me: I'm very sorry but there is none.
Her: (sighs)
Me: I could put your insulin in our fridge for the night if you want.
Her: No....that's okay, I'll just grab some ice and put it in there.
Me: Mmkay.
We hang up, and not a few minutes lates her hubby rings our door. I buzz him in.
Hubby: There ain't no parking spaces left!
Me: Huh. I just arrived like an hour ago and there were some. Weird.
Hubby: Well there ain't no parkin.
Me: Ok. Did you check both floors?
Hubby: Huh?! Level Four?
Me: No, floors.
Hubby: Huh?!
Me: -_____- never mind. Look I'll give you directions to our employee parking garage and you can park there.
Hubby: Okayyyy!
I expected him to be back, but he surprisingly found it fine. Out of curiousity, I quickly checked our garage. THERE WERE PARKING SPACES LEFT. AND PLENTY OF THEM. WTF. Old dude needs glasses! -_____________________________-
And still four more hours to go -_______________________________-
I had two checkins left. One went smoothly, he wanted a specific room but once i told him it was being painted, he wasn't that bothered.
While I was waiting for the last arrival, I checked my handy dandy security camera and saw a rough looking black man bump into our front door. I saw him look at our sign, look away, and then just stand there. After a minute he went away, or so I thought. He came back and rapped sharply on the glass.
He looked suspicous, (all the night owls do), so I spoke to him through the intercom. "Hello may I help you?" All I got was a garbled, slurred response so I decided to bite the bullet and let him in.
Weirdo: 'How may I help you'?! 'How may I help you'?!
Me:
Excuse me?!W: 'Excuse me'?! Excuse you! (deeply offended pained stare )
Me: Sir, I was trying to be polite. If you don't like it then you can leave.
W: Polite?! Yeah right! This is discrimination! If I were white, then you'd serve me!
Me: -_______- Sir that doesn't matter.
W: Yes it does! What if I wanted a room?! Huh?!
Me: Then I would give you the price. And if you wanted to rent one and had the money, I would give you it.
W: Whatever. Is there an ATM here?
Me: No.
W: (shakes his head, muttering) 'How may I help you'?! (leaving)
Maybe should I greeted him with getdahelloutofmyfaceyou#*$@&$! LOL
So after the mega weirdo went away, I memorized his face so I could call the police if he came back to harass me some more. Still, he looked like all the rough looking weirdos that pass through. I doubt that I could pick him out in a crowd. Oh well.
my last checkin arrived, and you should've seen these people. They looked like they lived in a farm all of their lives, and were "visitin' th' biiig city". For a city slicker like me they gawked and I gawked back.
I took a long time explaining where everything was, and it took three or four times. They just looked at me like huh?! So finally I got them to sign their reg card (they grumbled about the parking charge) and they left. That was the end of it, or so I thought.
A few mintues later, the phone rings. It's the farmer's wife. She complained very nicely, that she booked a suite and this wasn't a suite. I told her to hold on, and checked the computer. Sure enough, it said that she had booked a suite, and Ms. Useless had changed her room. Now I understood Ms. U's niceness. Now I understood Ms. T's mutterings.
Me: I'm very sorry ma'am but it looks like we don't have any suites available.
Her: and I need a fridge for my insulin!
Me: I'm very sorry but there is none.
Her: (sighs)
Me: I could put your insulin in our fridge for the night if you want.
Her: No....that's okay, I'll just grab some ice and put it in there.
Me: Mmkay.
We hang up, and not a few minutes lates her hubby rings our door. I buzz him in.
Hubby: There ain't no parking spaces left!
Me: Huh. I just arrived like an hour ago and there were some. Weird.
Hubby: Well there ain't no parkin.
Me: Ok. Did you check both floors?
Hubby: Huh?! Level Four?
Me: No, floors.
Hubby: Huh?!
Me: -_____- never mind. Look I'll give you directions to our employee parking garage and you can park there.
Hubby: Okayyyy!
I expected him to be back, but he surprisingly found it fine. Out of curiousity, I quickly checked our garage. THERE WERE PARKING SPACES LEFT. AND PLENTY OF THEM. WTF. Old dude needs glasses! -_____________________________-
And still four more hours to go -_______________________________-
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