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Dear sir,
You're calling from Across the river's medium security prison. Have you not yet figured out you've dialed the wrong number? I can't answer the phone and 'accept the call.' for you. I also like that the second time you called, instead of your name, you said 'you a bitch.' I suppose so sir. I suppose so.
Dear Asshat of four rooms,
Yes. You. The one in charge of all this BS. TWO of your rooms are simply amazing and kind. The one full of minors, I have a problem with. But as you were told by the last desk clerk not to allow them to be a problem, I've had none. With YOU I have one. You accused us of having bugs. Dude, you KNOW you're in the midwest yes? It's fall. Bugs are going to go ANYWHERE warm, and unfortunately, it means in buildings. I'm not sure how they got to you and I do apologize, but don't ACCUSE me of doing it on purpose. And when I say I'm not sure how to help you because at FIRST you refuse to allow me to move you, and then when I can move you, you said I told you "You couldn't do anything and that I'm a lawyer." See, I've met Lawyers. MOST don't attempt to agitate the person who decides if they stay in a hotel in the town of FULL hotels. They know better. So please, KEEP going.
To the ghost hunters here,
You ladies are AWESOME. I like that you were joking with me and we got to have some fun. "Does anyone know a ghost we can test the meter on?" "Sorry, Casper's off duty." Yeah. Thanks. Least the entire weekend won't suck.
Door slamming twits,
One more time. I swear. I've busted all but ONE room. Knock it off!
Dear Drunken folks outside,
Lose the damn attitude. I'm not here to listen to you bitch that the cab was grumpy. I have NOTHING to do with the cabs! Nada! They leave cards and business numbers,
I call them for you. That's literally my only role with them.
I could hug this gentleman. he came downstairs to talk to me about a problem. He'd been booted out of his room by his girlfriend, (Now ex) and he said she could have the room for the night, he was going home.
He went upstairs to get the last few things of his, and she aparently blocked his way. So rather than put his hands on her, he waited til he was able to leave and came out the door (That much I believe.)
He could have yelled, made a scene. Instead he's been perfectly pleasant.
You're calling from Across the river's medium security prison. Have you not yet figured out you've dialed the wrong number? I can't answer the phone and 'accept the call.' for you. I also like that the second time you called, instead of your name, you said 'you a bitch.' I suppose so sir. I suppose so.
Dear Asshat of four rooms,
Yes. You. The one in charge of all this BS. TWO of your rooms are simply amazing and kind. The one full of minors, I have a problem with. But as you were told by the last desk clerk not to allow them to be a problem, I've had none. With YOU I have one. You accused us of having bugs. Dude, you KNOW you're in the midwest yes? It's fall. Bugs are going to go ANYWHERE warm, and unfortunately, it means in buildings. I'm not sure how they got to you and I do apologize, but don't ACCUSE me of doing it on purpose. And when I say I'm not sure how to help you because at FIRST you refuse to allow me to move you, and then when I can move you, you said I told you "You couldn't do anything and that I'm a lawyer." See, I've met Lawyers. MOST don't attempt to agitate the person who decides if they stay in a hotel in the town of FULL hotels. They know better. So please, KEEP going.
To the ghost hunters here,
You ladies are AWESOME. I like that you were joking with me and we got to have some fun. "Does anyone know a ghost we can test the meter on?" "Sorry, Casper's off duty." Yeah. Thanks. Least the entire weekend won't suck.
Door slamming twits,
One more time. I swear. I've busted all but ONE room. Knock it off!
Dear Drunken folks outside,
Lose the damn attitude. I'm not here to listen to you bitch that the cab was grumpy. I have NOTHING to do with the cabs! Nada! They leave cards and business numbers,
I call them for you. That's literally my only role with them.
I could hug this gentleman. he came downstairs to talk to me about a problem. He'd been booted out of his room by his girlfriend, (Now ex) and he said she could have the room for the night, he was going home.
He went upstairs to get the last few things of his, and she aparently blocked his way. So rather than put his hands on her, he waited til he was able to leave and came out the door (That much I believe.)
He could have yelled, made a scene. Instead he's been perfectly pleasant.
The key card just fell in the toilet. That was disgusting trying to fish that out.
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