Dear police department:
My motel is not a drunk tank. No, I'm not going to go out to help a guest who's too drunk to find his room and is making vague threats against my well being, especially when it's dark and I'm the only one here. Not happening. At least stick around long enough to show them their room if you're dropping them off here. Though I'd prefer it if you took your drunken, unwashed masses elsewhere.
Thank you.
Seriously, it took me over 15 minutes to check in this guy because he couldn't find his wallet or ID. Then it took another 20 for the police to return because he came back wanting me to show him his room and got irate when I refused. Like, real short fuse. Like crazy short. Like, crazy as in he'd try to drag me into the room to murder me kinda crazy. Yeah, no. I'm not supposed to leave the desk for any reason. (I have in the past, but not for this guy. He did not seem safe!)
He was muttering things about how I was going to burn in hell, burn real good. He said he was blind and had a broken leg. Funny...he was walking on it fine (though a bit stumbly from drinking so much), and he could see things like the reg card well enough...our room numbers are WAY bigger than the tiny lines on the reg card. He did have a cataract in one eye, but I strongly suspect his real impairment was much more booze than vision related. My lobby still stinks of alcohol. Bleck.
The cops like to do this to us regularly. Maybe they're full-up downtown, or maybe they just hate us, but they'll just drop off someone who's so drunk they can't stand, and leave them with us. Don't help them to the room, don't even check to see if we have rooms, they just kick them out in the parking lot and drive off. Sometimes the people they kick out will pass out in the lobby before we can even check them in.
My motel is not a drunk tank. No, I'm not going to go out to help a guest who's too drunk to find his room and is making vague threats against my well being, especially when it's dark and I'm the only one here. Not happening. At least stick around long enough to show them their room if you're dropping them off here. Though I'd prefer it if you took your drunken, unwashed masses elsewhere.
Thank you.
Seriously, it took me over 15 minutes to check in this guy because he couldn't find his wallet or ID. Then it took another 20 for the police to return because he came back wanting me to show him his room and got irate when I refused. Like, real short fuse. Like crazy short. Like, crazy as in he'd try to drag me into the room to murder me kinda crazy. Yeah, no. I'm not supposed to leave the desk for any reason. (I have in the past, but not for this guy. He did not seem safe!)
He was muttering things about how I was going to burn in hell, burn real good. He said he was blind and had a broken leg. Funny...he was walking on it fine (though a bit stumbly from drinking so much), and he could see things like the reg card well enough...our room numbers are WAY bigger than the tiny lines on the reg card. He did have a cataract in one eye, but I strongly suspect his real impairment was much more booze than vision related. My lobby still stinks of alcohol. Bleck.
The cops like to do this to us regularly. Maybe they're full-up downtown, or maybe they just hate us, but they'll just drop off someone who's so drunk they can't stand, and leave them with us. Don't help them to the room, don't even check to see if we have rooms, they just kick them out in the parking lot and drive off. Sometimes the people they kick out will pass out in the lobby before we can even check them in.
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