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For my hotel, maximum occupancy per room is 4 people. This isn't just a matter of hotel policy, that number is per local fire code regulations based on the design of the building. Maximum 4 guests per room.
Guest comes in, asks for 1 room, non-smoking, 2 beds. He's in luck I tell him, thats all I have left tonight. I start checking him in.
"How many adults?" I ask.
"15.... Maybe just 10, some of them will probably sleep in the car"
"Ok, you can get out right now."
From last week:
2 elderly couples on vacation get adjoining rooms. Methuselah's grandfather and his even more decrepit buddy get up everyday at 4:30am, grab the newspaper without paying, and spend the next 2 hours standing 8 feet from where I'm working, decrying every human development since fire, which they were also opposed to, but have grudginly come to accept.
Sunday morning, their wives join them in the lobby at 5:45am, then all four of them proceed to bitch at me because there aren't any nearby restaurants open.
Four crotchety old cat-butt-faces make it very clear this is my fault.
"I guess in Canada everyone sleeps in on sunday." croaks the man who's birth certificate predates both written language and cave-painting.
As mentioned previously, one of my (many) pet peeves are apparantly functional, sober, ID and credit card carrying adults who are allowed to walk around unsupervised and without helmets who don't know their own address.
Had one tonight fail so badly I made a photo copy of it. I'll scan & post it if the hotel ever gets the scanner fixed.
Well-dressed, well-spoken, accent-free, not-quite middle-aged guest, who does not appear to be drunk or stoned, and who writes with remarkably neat and legible penmanship, (not sarcasm, underlined for importance) fills out his registration:
Street address (line 1): Vancouver
Street address (line 2): vancouver
City : Vancouver
Postal Code: <wrong format, too many digits>
Vehicle license plate #: <AHA! same as what was written for postal code>
Home telephone #: (xxx) xxx-90j
j? J!?! Your phone number is 8 digits and a letter?
I saw your driver's license, we both know you have an address.
At least one of us is aware that postal code and license plate number do not mean the same thing.
Your phone number is NOT NINE-ZERO-JAY!!!
Guest comes in, asks for 1 room, non-smoking, 2 beds. He's in luck I tell him, thats all I have left tonight. I start checking him in.
"How many adults?" I ask.
"15.... Maybe just 10, some of them will probably sleep in the car"
"Ok, you can get out right now."
From last week:
2 elderly couples on vacation get adjoining rooms. Methuselah's grandfather and his even more decrepit buddy get up everyday at 4:30am, grab the newspaper without paying, and spend the next 2 hours standing 8 feet from where I'm working, decrying every human development since fire, which they were also opposed to, but have grudginly come to accept.
Sunday morning, their wives join them in the lobby at 5:45am, then all four of them proceed to bitch at me because there aren't any nearby restaurants open.
Four crotchety old cat-butt-faces make it very clear this is my fault.
"I guess in Canada everyone sleeps in on sunday." croaks the man who's birth certificate predates both written language and cave-painting.
As mentioned previously, one of my (many) pet peeves are apparantly functional, sober, ID and credit card carrying adults who are allowed to walk around unsupervised and without helmets who don't know their own address.
Had one tonight fail so badly I made a photo copy of it. I'll scan & post it if the hotel ever gets the scanner fixed.
Well-dressed, well-spoken, accent-free, not-quite middle-aged guest, who does not appear to be drunk or stoned, and who writes with remarkably neat and legible penmanship, (not sarcasm, underlined for importance) fills out his registration:
Street address (line 1): Vancouver
Street address (line 2): vancouver
City : Vancouver
Postal Code: <wrong format, too many digits>
Vehicle license plate #: <AHA! same as what was written for postal code>
Home telephone #: (xxx) xxx-90j
j? J!?! Your phone number is 8 digits and a letter?
I saw your driver's license, we both know you have an address.
At least one of us is aware that postal code and license plate number do not mean the same thing.
Your phone number is NOT NINE-ZERO-JAY!!!
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