Give The Guests What They Want


A woman who looks older than she probably is, due to her tan, leathery looking skin, probably from excessive amounts of sunlight and cigarettes, walked over to me at the front desk. The woman spoke to me as if I was her servant and she had little to no patience for any kind of response…

Would You Like A Cot?


Third party reservations might be an evil bastard, but at least I can use their stupid rules to screw with guests who irritate me. I received a call from an in-house guest who didn’t like his room. “You put me in a room with just one king bed. There are two of us in the…