Had Queen Bitch last night oh joy.
QB: Queen Bitch oh why don't you go bother some other hotel?
Me: seeing red
I check QB in. I wish I had said the rate was higher. I will be remembering her name though.
Everything was fine. Until she inquired about where to park. Cue showing the map to the back. I very clearly said the QB, "It's an underground garage." QB being the QB, paid no attention. SHe seemed sleepy and not to with it. Drugs? Exhaustion? Who knows? Who cares?
My fears were right. She comes back in a rage.
QB: It's pitch black there!
Me: There is a light.
QB: THere's NO sign!
Me: There is a sign.
QB: Show me!
SO we goes to the back.
Me: See there's the sign. There's the light. *point to sign and BRIGHT light*
QB: You told me it was a parking lot!
Me: I told you it was an underground garage.
QB: Hmph! *storms away like a two yr old* This is ridiculous! It's not supposed to be like this!
Me: Ma'am...*very clearly* it's the city.
QB: *turns and snarls, claws out* Don't-talk-to-me-like-that sweetie'! I livvvve in New york.
Me: That's nice. Well now you know where it is.
QB: Hmph!
What a bitch. WHy oh why don't they go bother the snobs in the hotel down the street? I hate those people. They're perfect for each other.
QB: Queen Bitch oh why don't you go bother some other hotel?
Me: seeing red
I check QB in. I wish I had said the rate was higher. I will be remembering her name though.
Everything was fine. Until she inquired about where to park. Cue showing the map to the back. I very clearly said the QB, "It's an underground garage." QB being the QB, paid no attention. SHe seemed sleepy and not to with it. Drugs? Exhaustion? Who knows? Who cares?
My fears were right. She comes back in a rage.
QB: It's pitch black there!
Me: There is a light.
QB: THere's NO sign!
Me: There is a sign.
QB: Show me!
SO we goes to the back.
Me: See there's the sign. There's the light. *point to sign and BRIGHT light*
QB: You told me it was a parking lot!
Me: I told you it was an underground garage.
QB: Hmph! *storms away like a two yr old* This is ridiculous! It's not supposed to be like this!
Me: Ma'am...*very clearly* it's the city.
QB: *turns and snarls, claws out* Don't-talk-to-me-like-that sweetie'! I livvvve in New york.
Me: That's nice. Well now you know where it is.
QB: Hmph!
What a bitch. WHy oh why don't they go bother the snobs in the hotel down the street? I hate those people. They're perfect for each other.
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