
- We have reservations for tonight. I booked through Expedia.
- Wait, what? How can my reservation be cancelled?
- Look right here, on my phone–do you need my reading glasses to see this?–a confirmation from Expedia. There’s the number. There’s the paragraph stating that you will charge my credit card if I don’t show up. I did show up. I need my room.
- This is so f#@%ed up.
- And this is the thanks I get for supporting a small business versus a chain hotel.
- This is race weekend. The closest available room may be an hour away in Raleigh. Do you want to come with me as I break this news to my husband? It ain’t gonna be pretty.
- Wait, what? I am one of many cancelled reservations? Don’t you find that odd? Seriously, do you any common sense at all? It’s race weekend–all the rooms around here have been booked for months.
- Ooooh, I am going to write a nasty review on TripAdvisor.
- So, do you have any non-smoking rooms available?
- A single? A. Single. Single? Is that a twin mattress?
- This is rural North Carolina and we just drove by at least ten tobacco farms in the past ten minutes. There is no damned way that your smoking rooms don’t smell bad.
- You’d better the hell give me a real good price on that single room. And give me free breakfast.
- Husband and I haven’t shared a full-sized mattress since early in our marriage–and we both definitely take up more space than we did all those years ago, but OK, I guess we are taking the single room.
- I am going to need a stiff drink with my supper.
- Yeah, you have a good evening as well.
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