Y’all Ever Heard Of Making Reservations?
I work in a hotel. I have a couple in a king suite that has been extending day by day. We only have three of those room types, and for whatever reason, we are selling out this weekend, so when the woman wants to extend again, I tell her she can, but we’ll have to switch her to a different room type.
Apparently, this is the crime of the century on my part.
Guest #1: *Grumbling* “This is bulls***. I can’t believe you’re making me do this. This is so inconvenient!”
Me: “I’m sorry, but we only have three of those room types and other people reserved them.”
Guest #1: “This makes absolutely no sense. Don’t you have any sense of customer loyalty?! I’ve stayed here for three nights!”
The boyfriend actually has an understanding of this really basic thing, but he’s pretty obsequious. He’s kind of trying to be like, “I mean, I get it, we don’t really have a choice,” but she’s still tripping.
Guest #1: “Can’t you just downgrade someone else so we can stay in the room?”
Me: “No.”
I think that’s the end of it; they begrudgingly agree to move. However, around one o’clock, housekeeping tells me the couple is still in the room, and I get a call from corporate. They’re calling on these jackanapes’ behalves. I explain to them that I can’t put them in a room we’re sold out of. They seem to understand.
Next, the boyfriend comes down. He’s telling me he gets my side but he also gets her side, and then, he starts coming at me from a strange angle.
Guest #2: “Doesn’t it seem like too much of a coincidence that those rooms would all be sold on the same date?”
Me: “We’re selling out — we hardly have any rooms left — so the odds are somewhere around 100%.”
Guest #2: “Man, she’s really riding me over this, I’ll give you $100 — no, $300 — right now!”
Me: “No.”
I get the sense that he has an unenviable relationship dynamic where he’s expected to stand by his woman no matter how beyond the pale insane she’s being. She’s the type of crazy where if you prove her wrong on a historical fact, she won’t admit she’s wrong; she’ll go on a tirade about the Mandela effect.
Then, I get the second call from corporate, and we have the same exact conversation.
I’m pretty wound up. It’s 2:59, one minute from the end of my shift. I thought everything was squared away, but our maintenance person comes up.
Maintenance: “Hey, [Housekeeper] wants to know what’s going on with [the couple’s suite]; they’re still there.”
Me: *Not yelling, but loudly* “They have to move out of that room, right now!”
I alerted corporate to the situation and told them to hit the street.