The Walls Have Ears… And Badges…
In the mid-2000s when I was nineteen, I worked for an eighty-two-room hotel. We had a conference center that fit maybe 300 people. We had a guy who used us several times a year (I will call him Carl) who put on different trainings for police officers. Carl was a higher-ranking police officer and trainer. He was a very nice guy, probably in his early forties, and he would buy our staff dinner and bring treats and snacks — really an upstanding guy. He always left us glowing reviews. We always put him in a room close to the front desk at his request, and he told us to call him if we ever needed anything. As part of the deal with him, we blocked out a large number of rooms for the conference over a three-day period — discounted rooms at the state rate. We would have twenty-plus cop cars in the parking lot. It was nice having them there; we always felt very safe, and they were usually a good group.
This particular night, I was working by myself on the 3:00 to 11:00 shift. For one of the major trainings they did several times a year over a three-day weekend, we had probably thirty agencies staying. Some of them had booked rooms with the FIRM agreement that we’d bill the agency for the rooms; however, the guests needed to provide a credit card for incidentals. Some of the agencies covered everything, but not all. Most agencies sent their staff with agency credit cards to be used for incidentals.
One lady came to check in around 5:00 pm. She was a police officer from about four hours away in a medium-sized city.
Me: “Okay, ma’am, may I please see your credit card for incidental charges?”
Guest: *Rudely* “I don’t need to give you that!”
Me: “Ma’am, your agency will cover the room and tax, but a credit card is required for incidentals.”
She proceeded to argue with me, yell at me very loudly, and basically act like an all-around entitled jerk. It went on for close to ten minutes: me explaining the policy between us and her agency, and her refusing. I never once raised my voice or did anything to her. At one point, I started shaking because of how loud she was being.
Me: *Politely* “Ma’am, please calm down.”
Guest: “Wow, look how you are shaking. See? That’s from how aggressively you are talking to me!”
Finally, she told me:
Guest: “Fine! I’m going [Hotel across the parking lot]. You are extremely hostile and I’m not comfortable with you.”
That hotel was sold out of their state rooms, and they’d charge at least $189 a night versus our $70 block rate.
The lady went outside to talk to her husband. He quickly stormed in with her behind him and started going off on me.
Husband: “You were extremely rude to my wife! I could hear you raising your voice at her from all the way outside!”
I was pretty puzzled considering I had never yelled or raised my voice; I had merely repeated our policy several times and given her her options. He continued to go off on me.
Within a few seconds, Carl came down the stairs and politely introduced himself to this man and woman.
Carl: “I’m Carl [His Last Name]. I’m the one in charge of the trainings, and I set aside the block of rooms. Which agency are you with, ma’am?”
She showed him her badge, and they were super friendly to each other. Carl then very quickly asked what the issue was, and she explained how I had “treated her very badly”. He then pulled out his cell phone.
Carl: “If you want, feel free to stay at the place across the street, but as it stands, you attending the training this weekend will not be happening.”
Guest: *Absolutely shocked* “Why not?!”
Carl: “I happened to be sitting up there catching up on some reading for the training, and I heard everything.”
He gestured toward the little seating area at the top of our main lobby staircase. He liked to sit in the common areas and listen to the interactions, and honestly, I’d had no idea he was up there.
Carl: “I heard the entire interaction: everything you, your husband, and [My Name] said. Your behavior was completely unprofessional. I have no tolerance for someone who, one, acts like you have as a police officer, and two, lies about what has happened. This weekend’s conference probably won’t benefit you in the long run. I’m going to go ahead and contact your chief of police since I know him, and we’ll see how he wants to handle paying for the empty room I booked for you since it won’t be used now.”
The lady and her husband left without saying a word, just pure shock on their faces. Carl went upstairs to his room on his cell phone, and I could no longer hear him.
Carl did follow through on his word, and the lady’s chief was NOT happy at all. The chief called the hotel within an hour. He told us to go ahead and charge incidentals to the credit card we had for the rooms for the remaining attendees, and he apologized for her behavior. He said he had told his officers they would need to give their own credit cards before they left and said he didn’t realize this would be such an issue.
Carl also apologized profusely for her behavior, and he said he was sorry I’d had to stand there and take that. I explained that it wasn’t his fault, and he politely told me that I was very kind and professional and that he appreciated me and everything our hotel did for his program and the other police officers. He later bought me a nice dinner from a local Italian restaurant, and he sent our hotel a nice gift basket after the conference. He made sure to tell our general manager how polite I was, how our customer service was top-notch, and how that was what kept bringing him back to our conference center.
I never found out what became of the lady. But to think she was a police officer. Yikes!