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This guy just seemed he was on another planet, not drug related…I don’t think. He was just slow I guess. He seemed not too sleepy.
I was in the lobby starting to clean and organize it. Guest comes through front door, so I head towards the desk (I keep the door locked).
Me: Hi! I will be right with ya!
SC: Where are you going?
Me: ?? *at door entrance* Back here… (I wanted to tell him I don’t tend to jump over the desk, I tend to go through doors.) *start to check guest in*
SC: So is this the boondocks (aka the middle of no where)?
Me: Um…well no, actually the other hotel (ours with Suites in name) is 2 exits farther then us. This is the developing part of the city…so…
SC: Well, was that *street* the main part?
Me: Well, that is downtown & the original part of the city, so that was pretty much occupied when we moved in here…
SC: Is that where all the action is?
Me: Well, yeah I guess. They have some nice bars and places to eat down there. The west end of our city also has a great deal of stores and places to eat, though. (In case you are wondering, this is the largest city in Montana…we got….stuff. A LOT of people assume that our hotel is the only one here & that this exit is all there is to our fair city. They would be very wrong. Many people are surprised to see the actual size during daylight hours.)
SC: *kinda takes a duh stance* Is it really 1130?
Me: It’s 1115.
SC: Did you make these cookies? (we give out cookies every night, rarely do they make it to this hour.)
Me: No, they were made before I got here, at 10.
SC: Oh they were made at 11?
Me: *….wft…* No. They were made before I got here, I got here at 10.
SC: *gives another duh look* So what is my *mumble*
Me: I’m sorry?
SC: Oh 89, okay.
Me: (nice mumbling…) Okay, here is your room number, and internet access code is below that.
SC: What is my room number?
Me: It’s right here *points with pen*
SC: Does that say 806?
Me: Yes…
SC: I didn’t want to get my glasses… Can I get a wakeup (call) at well….hmm….let’s see…630?
Me: Sure *writes it down*
SC: Well, it’s 1130 so….make that 6am.
Me: *scratches out old time* Okay, 6 it is.
He then proceeds to take off down the hallway, take the wrong hallway, and I hear him turn around lost on the tiles. I fully expected him to come back and ask me where to go.
So…fun.
I was in the lobby starting to clean and organize it. Guest comes through front door, so I head towards the desk (I keep the door locked).
Me: Hi! I will be right with ya!
SC: Where are you going?
Me: ?? *at door entrance* Back here… (I wanted to tell him I don’t tend to jump over the desk, I tend to go through doors.) *start to check guest in*
SC: So is this the boondocks (aka the middle of no where)?
Me: Um…well no, actually the other hotel (ours with Suites in name) is 2 exits farther then us. This is the developing part of the city…so…
SC: Well, was that *street* the main part?
Me: Well, that is downtown & the original part of the city, so that was pretty much occupied when we moved in here…
SC: Is that where all the action is?
Me: Well, yeah I guess. They have some nice bars and places to eat down there. The west end of our city also has a great deal of stores and places to eat, though. (In case you are wondering, this is the largest city in Montana…we got….stuff. A LOT of people assume that our hotel is the only one here & that this exit is all there is to our fair city. They would be very wrong. Many people are surprised to see the actual size during daylight hours.)
SC: *kinda takes a duh stance* Is it really 1130?
Me: It’s 1115.
SC: Did you make these cookies? (we give out cookies every night, rarely do they make it to this hour.)
Me: No, they were made before I got here, at 10.
SC: Oh they were made at 11?
Me: *….wft…* No. They were made before I got here, I got here at 10.
SC: *gives another duh look* So what is my *mumble*
Me: I’m sorry?
SC: Oh 89, okay.
Me: (nice mumbling…) Okay, here is your room number, and internet access code is below that.
SC: What is my room number?
Me: It’s right here *points with pen*
SC: Does that say 806?
Me: Yes…
SC: I didn’t want to get my glasses… Can I get a wakeup (call) at well….hmm….let’s see…630?
Me: Sure *writes it down*
SC: Well, it’s 1130 so….make that 6am.
Me: *scratches out old time* Okay, 6 it is.
He then proceeds to take off down the hallway, take the wrong hallway, and I hear him turn around lost on the tiles. I fully expected him to come back and ask me where to go.
So…fun.