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I don't post much these days, though I do lurk. Just observed an incident on the way home so I actually have a chance to write it up.
My dad is a heavy smoker, which makes it hard to find hotel rooms for him. He won't just smoke outside, so it has to be a smoking room. I promised to find him a room to stay in when he comes down for our wedding reception, which has proved to be a bit of a chore. I found a local place with smoking rooms and I stopped in on the way home to make the reservation in person and prepay on my credit card.
Which is how I had the opportunity to observe this gem:
SW: Sucky woman & her kids who say nothing
SWH: Sucky woman's husband (quite a nice fellow, actually)
DC: Desk clerk (a common non-white ethnicity of non-US origin. Sadly, this matters)
I walked in and saw SW and SWH standing at the desk while DC was typing away at the computer. They were apparently checking in, so I just got in line behind them.
DC: I'm sorry, I don't have a reservation in your name but (cut off by SW)
SW: (flailing around a piece of paper) WE HAVE A RESERVATION! It's number XYZ####### and IT SAYS RIGHT HERE THAT WE PAID! (points at paper but yanks it away when DC tries to look at it)
DC: That is not one of our confirm numbers. If you let me see (cut off by SW again)
SW: NO! I know you people! I let you touch it and then I'll never see it again. (to SWH) I swear, these people should just be deported so they can't rip off honest American citizens.
DC: I'm sorry, ma'am, but I have nothing in the computer.
SW: F$#%!!!! And we need to eat dinner, too! (storms out of the office)
SWH: Okay, do you have a room we can get for the night? (hands over his credit card.)
DC: Of course, sir. If you let me see the reservation I can try to find out what happened to it.
SWH: Thanks, but I'll call them for a refund when we get home. Just get us set up for tonight and we'll worry about it later.
DC makes a quick phone call in her native language, assumedly about the reservation as she seems to read some stuff off the screen, and gets SWH all set with his room. Takes only about 2 minutes. As SWH signs the credit card slip, SW and their kids show back up.
SW: <SWH>! You better not be paying them again! I'll f#$*ing hurt you if you did!
In the meantime, her kids (both look to be around 9 or 10 years old) have zeroed in on the coffee and beverage bar and are starting to ransack it.
SW: Kids! We're going to get dinner! Nevermind, do what you want, these <DC's race> deserve to clean up after good white kids. (and out the door she goes again.)
SWH: Look, I'm really sorry. Kids, let's go! (and out he goes)
The kids ignore him and continue to pour themselves drinks, rip open sugar packets, etc. I look at them and open my big mouth: "OY! Show some respect, you little brats!"
They both turn and stare at me like I'm some sort of freak of nature, at which point SW opens the door and yells "Move your stupid a#%es, we're going to dinner!" before taking off again. This time they listen and hustle out the door.
DC apologized for the trouble, I assured her it wasn't her fault, and made my father's reservation. I was even offered a 20% discount.
My dad is a heavy smoker, which makes it hard to find hotel rooms for him. He won't just smoke outside, so it has to be a smoking room. I promised to find him a room to stay in when he comes down for our wedding reception, which has proved to be a bit of a chore. I found a local place with smoking rooms and I stopped in on the way home to make the reservation in person and prepay on my credit card.
Which is how I had the opportunity to observe this gem:
SW: Sucky woman & her kids who say nothing
SWH: Sucky woman's husband (quite a nice fellow, actually)
DC: Desk clerk (a common non-white ethnicity of non-US origin. Sadly, this matters)
I walked in and saw SW and SWH standing at the desk while DC was typing away at the computer. They were apparently checking in, so I just got in line behind them.
DC: I'm sorry, I don't have a reservation in your name but (cut off by SW)
SW: (flailing around a piece of paper) WE HAVE A RESERVATION! It's number XYZ####### and IT SAYS RIGHT HERE THAT WE PAID! (points at paper but yanks it away when DC tries to look at it)
DC: That is not one of our confirm numbers. If you let me see (cut off by SW again)
SW: NO! I know you people! I let you touch it and then I'll never see it again. (to SWH) I swear, these people should just be deported so they can't rip off honest American citizens.
DC: I'm sorry, ma'am, but I have nothing in the computer.
SW: F$#%!!!! And we need to eat dinner, too! (storms out of the office)
SWH: Okay, do you have a room we can get for the night? (hands over his credit card.)
DC: Of course, sir. If you let me see the reservation I can try to find out what happened to it.
SWH: Thanks, but I'll call them for a refund when we get home. Just get us set up for tonight and we'll worry about it later.
DC makes a quick phone call in her native language, assumedly about the reservation as she seems to read some stuff off the screen, and gets SWH all set with his room. Takes only about 2 minutes. As SWH signs the credit card slip, SW and their kids show back up.
SW: <SWH>! You better not be paying them again! I'll f#$*ing hurt you if you did!
In the meantime, her kids (both look to be around 9 or 10 years old) have zeroed in on the coffee and beverage bar and are starting to ransack it.
SW: Kids! We're going to get dinner! Nevermind, do what you want, these <DC's race> deserve to clean up after good white kids. (and out the door she goes again.)
SWH: Look, I'm really sorry. Kids, let's go! (and out he goes)
The kids ignore him and continue to pour themselves drinks, rip open sugar packets, etc. I look at them and open my big mouth: "OY! Show some respect, you little brats!"
They both turn and stare at me like I'm some sort of freak of nature, at which point SW opens the door and yells "Move your stupid a#%es, we're going to dinner!" before taking off again. This time they listen and hustle out the door.
DC apologized for the trouble, I assured her it wasn't her fault, and made my father's reservation. I was even offered a 20% discount.
to you, Gerrinson for standing up for the clerk.
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