Tell Us Where This Hotel Is So We Can Never, Ever Stay There
I work in a hotel. A week or so ago, a newly hired housekeeper found a .357 Magnum with the hammer cocked in one of the rooms and freaked out. She called the head housekeeper, who grabbed it without gloves (she got in trouble for that) and took it to the office. The police were called and they took it away.
Our hotel is a budget hotel and used to be a lot worse where violence, drugs, sex work, and crime in general are concerned. Our new management has been cracking down on that and issuing Do-Not-Rents as necessary — a lot, sadly. The last gun violence that occurred here was two years ago when a murder fugitive had a shootout with police and died. Since then, we’ve had the occasional high-strung guest point a gun at staff, but nothing beyond that.
Today, a young guy with multiple facial tattoos walks in. There is a ton of cursing on his side but I’m not going to type that all out; it’s in nearly every sentence.
Guy: “I stayed in room last week, and I forgot my gun. I need it back.”
Me: “Okay. Can I have your ID, please?”
I know the room wasn’t registered to him; it was registered to a single female with no other guests listed.
Guy: “Why? I just need my gun back.”
Me: “I need to verify your identity before I can give out information for your room, sir, for security purposes.”
Guy: “What?! That’s stupid. I forgot my gun. I told you it was there, and I know you have it. No one else asked you for a gun, just me, so why do I need an ID?”
Me: “Again, sir, it’s for security purposes and the safety of our guests. I am not allowed to release private information to anyone other than the registered guests. I am not going to violate that policy, especially where firearms are concerned. If you cannot produce a valid ID, I cannot release any information. I’m sorry.”
Guy: “I know you have my gun, and you’re not going to give it to me. That’s stealing! I’m going to stand here until you give me back my property.”
Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t allow loitering.”
Guy: “I’m not loitering! You’re not giving me my stuff!”
Me: “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave before I call the police and have them escort you off the property.”
Guy: “Then call them! I don’t care!”
So, I called them, and they arrived fairly quickly. After forty-five minutes or so, they arrested him and took him away. I’m guessing he either had a warrant or was a felon in possession of a firearm. I’m not sure why it took so long to identify him, though.