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kuangning... in the middle of a phone conversation with your SO, you suddenly sit bolt upright and interject, "oh! I have to journal this!"
Among our guests this weekend was a group of people who had met on the Internet. This alone would have raised no eyebrows, but the group were, evidently, nudists. They were given the 17th floor to themselves, and asked to remain clothed in common areas.
Now, the 17th floor is usually our Preferred Guest Floor. On Thursday morning, a woman checked in who demanded an upgrade to that floor. Since there was one room available there, it was given to her, although she was warned that it would be noisy, since the group planned a Hallowe'en party. She insisted, however, and she remained there until the afternoon, when it did, indeed, become noisy. She was then moved to the 16th floor at her own request.
On Friday night, I received a phone call from her. She was highly upset. "I just accidentally went to the 17th floor, and there are naked people and people in lingerie in the lounge! When were you planning on telling me there'd be naked people and people having sex in the hotel?!?"
I did keep a straight face, though I'll admit it wasn't easy. The last time I checked, the hotel was under no obligation to inform any guest of another guest's planned state of dress or undress, and we don't generally speculate on their sex lives. Besides, when one goes to a hotel, doesn't one generally expect there will be someone having sex somewhere within the hotel?
I did pretty well until she asked for compensation, too. "I'm sorry to be so narrow-minded --" (I'm sorry you're so narrow-minded, too! I thought) "-- but I stay at Sheratons all the time, and this is not okay! What can you do for me? I mean, there are naked people up there!" (On a floor that isn't yours, where you had no business being...) "I'm sorry your sensibilities are offended," I finally said. "Unfortunately, I can't do much for you. I don't have the authority, but if you'll call the manager in the morning, after about 9 AM, that may be more effective. Have a good night."
When I told Jeff in the morning, his eyes widened.
She checked out today... without compensation. Sometimes we do get it right. ;)
Among our guests this weekend was a group of people who had met on the Internet. This alone would have raised no eyebrows, but the group were, evidently, nudists. They were given the 17th floor to themselves, and asked to remain clothed in common areas.
Now, the 17th floor is usually our Preferred Guest Floor. On Thursday morning, a woman checked in who demanded an upgrade to that floor. Since there was one room available there, it was given to her, although she was warned that it would be noisy, since the group planned a Hallowe'en party. She insisted, however, and she remained there until the afternoon, when it did, indeed, become noisy. She was then moved to the 16th floor at her own request.
On Friday night, I received a phone call from her. She was highly upset. "I just accidentally went to the 17th floor, and there are naked people and people in lingerie in the lounge! When were you planning on telling me there'd be naked people and people having sex in the hotel?!?"
I did keep a straight face, though I'll admit it wasn't easy. The last time I checked, the hotel was under no obligation to inform any guest of another guest's planned state of dress or undress, and we don't generally speculate on their sex lives. Besides, when one goes to a hotel, doesn't one generally expect there will be someone having sex somewhere within the hotel?
I did pretty well until she asked for compensation, too. "I'm sorry to be so narrow-minded --" (I'm sorry you're so narrow-minded, too! I thought) "-- but I stay at Sheratons all the time, and this is not okay! What can you do for me? I mean, there are naked people up there!" (On a floor that isn't yours, where you had no business being...) "I'm sorry your sensibilities are offended," I finally said. "Unfortunately, I can't do much for you. I don't have the authority, but if you'll call the manager in the morning, after about 9 AM, that may be more effective. Have a good night."
When I told Jeff in the morning, his eyes widened.
She checked out today... without compensation. Sometimes we do get it right. ;)