This has nothing to do with me, --we're not friends, you just happen to be staying here, and NOW you want to feed me some bullshit spiel about how the manager lied to you and so on, about putting you in a different room?
I know nothing of this. And since I generally like the manager, I'm probably not going to contradict him for any reason whatsoever. He probably wouldn't move you because you're a trashy piece of shit, and you've remodeled the room back there to match your character.
And WHY is it necessary to invade my personal space, and practically stand on my feet while you tell me this? Your scraggly, toothless fucking self is entirely too close to me.
Anyway! Go back to your room, and leave me out of it.
UPDATE... 5 Minutes Later:
Guest relations calls, says the guy was rude to the agent, hung up on the agent before he could even get two or three words in, because "we" won't change the room. Again, if the manager said no, then the answer is a resounding, firm, declarative NO. And just to back me up, I spoke to the owner, who agreed. If manager says no, answer is still no.
Annnd... I just checked a complete nutcase in... but politeness and soft-spoken girly tones work on anyone, especially when you're as cute as me. Except foreigners, and butch chicks.
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