It seems that I get tired travelers and tired means cranky brattiness galore. Oh the fun. Note: I have very low tolerance for stupidity. I tend to have "Are you stupid?" look on.
Idiot 1: Keys not working!
Me: Let's see. *goes up and opens door* Works perfectly fine.
I1: How...lemme try! *drunkenly put in key, bending and twisting it* See, not working!
Me: *opens door again w/same key*
I1: *snatches it Tries again* Still not! I'm complaining to your manager! It is sooooo inconvenient...
Idiot 2: Your garage? It is NOT there.
Me: Excuse me?!?!?! That'll be news to the 47 that's parked there.
I2: It's not there, I've looked around!
Me: It's there.
I2: It's NOT THERE.
FInally the manager spoke with her (I couldn't, for fear of strangling her) and she found it in five minutes. What a dumbass.
Idiot 3: Why are you taking my money?
Me: Because we are a business?
I3: Don't you sass me, I've been to hundreds of your hotels and they've never charged me!
Me: All our hotels charge.
I3: Lies! I've been to hundreds!
Me: Maybe you should talk to a manager, since you don't believe me...
I3: No thank you, I am not stupid! I'm very intelligent! I understand hotels are a business and they charge but why did they charge the card I gave at check in?