Sometimes, You Just Have To Be Human
I’m having one of those days where everything goes wrong. I’m travelling home from having medical tests done when my car breaks down and can’t be fixed until tomorrow, my credit card and debit card aren’t working, my phone dies, and it’s pouring rain and freezing cold.
I’m in an unfamiliar city but have just enough cash for a cheap hotel for the night when I spot a really nice hotel way out of my budget. The hotel lobby is pretty busy with people checking in, so I let a few people go ahead. I’m wet, cold, have been crying, and look a complete mess.
Receptionist: “Hi, welcome to [Hotel]. Thank you for your patience. How can I help you?”
Me: “No problem. I’m happy to be out of the weather. I’m sorry for bothering you, but I’m trying to find a room for tonight. I know this place is way out of my budget, but I’m hoping you can either point me in the right direction or let me charge my phone for a minute?”
Receptionist: “Oh, no problem at all.” *Looks at the computer* “The cheapest I can do for tonight is [amount way over what I have].”
Me: “I’m sorry, but I only have [amount] in cash. My car broke down on [Street nearby], and my bank cards decided to stop working. I’m really sorry to bother you, but I’m not from here and really just want somewhere warm and safe to shower and sleep.”
The receptionist taps away at the computer for a minute.
Receptionist: “If I can get you into a room for [amount I have], I will have to disable the pay-for-view movies. You will have access to free Wi-Fi, normal TV channels, and the cable channels. Room service will be cash on delivery, and there’s absolutely no smoking anywhere in the building.”
Me: “Of course! Thank you so much. I really just need somewhere warm and safe. After the day I’ve had, I just want a hot shower and a bed, and I’ll sort everything out in the morning.”
She makes a copy of my ID and takes payment for the room.
I thank her profusely, making sure to take note of her name, before heading to my room. My room is beautiful with a gorgeous view, a balcony overlooking the city, a spa bath, etc. — everything you’d expect of a high-class hotel. I am just about to take advantage of the spa bath when the room phone rings.
Receptionist: “Hi, this is [Receptionist]. I’m just wondering if you’re vegetarian or vegan or have any food allergies? Anything you don’t like to eat?”
Me: *Confused* “Oh, no, I’m not vegan or anything, and I have no allergies. I eat pretty much anything.”
Receptionist: “Brilliant. I realized you probably don’t have anything to eat tonight, and no one should go hungry. I’m going to send some room service up to you on us. Should be about half an hour. Is that okay?”
Me: “Oh, wow! Thank you so much. I was just about to have a bath and head to bed. I figured skipping dinner wouldn’t hurt for one night.”
Receptionist: “You’re welcome. If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to call reception. We’re here twenty-four hours.”
I thanked them profusely again before hanging up. Not long after that, room service arrived with an amazing three-course dinner and a fairly expensive bottle of wine.
I decided to look up the prices of everything. Not only had the receptionist reduced the rate greatly (I paid less than the cheapest I could find online for a lower-level room), but the meal itself cost more than what I paid. She had also not taken a $500 deposit which was the hotel’s policy for guests paying cash.
The next day, I was able to get my bank cards sorted out and my car fixed. I dropped off a gift card for a coffee chain and a thank-you card. I made sure to put reviews on every travel site I could find, and I messaged corporate, mentioning the receptionist by name for going above and beyond in customer service. (I didn’t go into too much detail, not wanting her to get into trouble.)
I realize that she could have lost her job and maybe even been liable if I had trashed the room. But she still took the chance and made sure I was warm, safe, and fed. I will be forever grateful to her.