Thanks For Livening Up The Night, I Guess
I work in a hotel. On a slow Sunday evening, I briefly stepped away from the desk and returned to the glorious sound of a ringing phone.
Me: “Thank you for calling [Hotel Chain]. My name is [My Name]; how can I help you?”
Caller: “Hi. I’m looking to check on a reservation, but it’s old. Are you able to do that?”
Me: “Sure. What’s the name and check-in date?”
She gives matching information and I look it up.
Me: “Okay, what are you trying to find out?”
Caller: “Well, I’m looking at the number of guests on the reservation, because my invoice says two, and I’m trying to figure out why.”
I check. The stay happened months before I started working at this property. There’s only a number — two — and no other guest name listed aside from the one on the reservation.
Me: “I see two people in the room but only one name on the reservation.”
Caller: “Why wouldn’t the other name be listed?”
Me: “It could be an oversight during the reservation creation or check-in process. I’m sorry, I don’t have any other information available beyond the number.”
Caller: “So, there’s no way to find out if there was anyone else in the room?”
Me: “I’m sorry, but if there was another person, their name wasn’t listed.”
I begin to hear a male talking in the background, saying something along the lines of, “I’m telling you, it was only me in the room!” At this point, my soul begins the process of escaping the clutches of my human form, fearful of what the future holds.
Caller: “What’d you say your name is?”
I tell her again. She then calls me by name and continues.
Caller: “My spouse was there with a little blonde thing. He’s twenty-eight and she’s twenty-two. He thinks it’s okay to do this kind of stuff behind my back and thinks I’m too stupid to find out.”
Me: “…”
They continue fighting. It’s a slow night, and they’ve invited me to the horror show that is their bubbling romance, so I take a seat, grab some popcorn, and listen to them argue for a few minutes.
Caller: “I’m sorry. I’m sure this is a strange call for you.”
No, of course not. This is totally normal. I continue to stay silent.
Caller: “There’s nothing else you can give me?”
Me: “No, I’m sorry.”
Caller: “Okay, well, have a good night.”
I hung up and went back to babysitting humanity.