This Lady Is Full Of Hot Air(bnb)
The house next door to me has been converted into luxury apartments, all of which are let via a popular lodging rental app. It’s a large, three-story Georgian house.
Access is via a key code on the door, which often causes problems for people who have not bothered to read their confirmation emails and assume that a human being will be there to greet them! On more than a few occasions, I’ve had to explain this to bewildered tourists. They are usually very polite. On one occasion, I even gave a weary traveler — just off the plane from South Africa — a hotspot so he could retrieve the code from the app.
Yesterday evening, I was leaving my house, and the second I got out the door, I was verbally accosted by a woman standing outside the house next door, with what I assume was her husband. She was in her mid-fifties, I’d say.
Before I even closed my door:
Woman: “Finally!”
Me: *Looking surprised* “Sorry?”
Woman: “We’ve been waiting here for over an hour!”
That was a lie, as they hadn’t been there when I’d come home only thirty minutes earlier.
Woman: “I’ve been ringing the doorbell and nobody’s answering!”
Me: *Trying to be polite* “Oh. Are you trying to get into the [Rental]?”
Woman: “Well, obviously! I need you to let me in immediately. This is not good enough!”
Me: “Eh, I can’t do that; you need to enter the code on the keypad.”
Woman: “What code? I don’t have time for that. Just let me in!”
Me: “I don’t have anything to do with the [Rental]; I just live next door to it. You need to enter the code on the keypad.”
Woman: “What nonsense! You’re just being lazy.”
The husband blurted out the woman’s name, and she acknowledged his existence for the first time but quickly shushed him.
Me: *Losing my patience* “Look, lady, I don’t work for the [Rental]. There is nobody there to let you in. You need to get the code they sent you and enter it on the keypad. Bye-bye.”
Then, I started to walk away quickly as I saw my bus approaching. The last thing I heard was:
Woman: “Get back here, young man! I pay your wages! I’ll have you fired for this!”
As I was regaling my friends with this tale in the pub, I wondered whether the couple would still be standing there hours later, but when I got home, they were nowhere to be seen.
I guess I should expect a write-up from my (nonexistent) manager in the morning!