We spent the last three days in Oregon at Eugene's lovely Days Inn. The stay could have been crappy, but at Days Inn it's the little things that make your stay truly Craptacular! Like the dollar-store towels that can't actually dry you. Or the burnt-out lights in every room. Would you like a shower? Well, the shower nozzle is only five feet from the ground, so you'd better like crouching while you shower! Would you like your trash removed from your room? Well, the staff will deposit the full bags of trash on your floor, but the rest is up to you! How about a room without an iron? Or without actual sheets? Or with fake dressers that have no drawers? Check, check, and check!
How about getting calls from the front desk at 12:00 at night because one of the hotel's rooms is empty- something that you yourself could not possibly have any knowledge of, but they want you to tell them what to do? Seriously.
"Well, did your sister want us to save that room?"
(No. She had called a week before to tell them not to save it. Then reminded them that day in person.)
"I have no idea. I just got here. I live in Toronto and have nothing to do with this."
"What is she doing right now?"
"It's 12 o'clock at night, and she's getting married tomorrow."
"So, should I call her?"
"It's 12 o'clock at night and she's getting married tomorrow."
-Click-
Yes, that click was the guy hanging up on me. For not telling him how to do his job at midnight. See what I mean? Craptacular!
2 comments:
I was being melodramatic.
There was a sheet and a blanket that was as thin as a sheet. So, if you can imagine how cold that would be to sleep under... it was that cold.
I was being melodramatic.
There was a sheet and a blanket that was as thin as a sheet. So, if you can imagine how cold that would be to sleep under... it was that cold.
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