I have a rule. It's been my rule for a couple years now. I don't stay at MOTELS. If it doesn't have one entrance and one exit to the building, I ain't staying there. Now I say this even though the mean price to stay at this so called "hotel" is around $150/night, which is about $150 over my budget. So for my birthday I decided to get the hell out of dodge to somewhere---anywhere away from Charleston. Sunset Beach was the original destination for fun in the sun except for that God hates birthdays and decided to rain down on the East Coast. So Asheville it was...mountainous--away from the coast....possibly sunnier? WRONG. But that's not the point of the story now is it? The point of the story is, that my broke ass booked a Days Inn in Candler, NC, about 6 miles from downtown Asheville. Drive up..so far so good. Go into room, so far so good even though I had to enter my room from the outside metal staircase. Friday night--so far so good--shower in working condition, no babymaking stains yet to be seen and even 5, count them FIVE large pillows. From the looks of it, Broke Roe is doing alright. Fast Forward to Saturday morning 9am. Pee, brush teeth, decide to hit up the continental breakfast buffet. Turn on the tv to check the weather and BAM like section 8 housing, my tv gets turned off. Then the lights. Then the water. Then the phone line. NO F'N POWER for 2 hrs. We call customer service. This is how that encounter went. "Thank you for calling Days Inn customer service, this is Dan" "Hi Dan, we are staying in a Days Inn in Asheville, NC and our power has been out for the past 2 hrs as well as the water and the phones. We haven't been able to take a shower or even go the bathroom" "ok" silence...."ok and what do you want me to do" "I want you to tell me what to do about this" "Well there is nothing I can do, I can't turn the power back on" WTF. Yes sir, I called bc I want you to take your headset off, get in your car, drive to Asheville, pull out your tool belt and fucking put the power back on. For fuck's sake. Getting my money refunded was the easiest thing I've ever done, save for rolling over in bed. Moral of this story...Motels=death. Ok maybe death was exaggerated but it certainly=FAIL.
Monday, May 18, 2009
This Is Why Motel=Death
I have a rule. It's been my rule for a couple years now. I don't stay at MOTELS. If it doesn't have one entrance and one exit to the building, I ain't staying there. Now I say this even though the mean price to stay at this so called "hotel" is around $150/night, which is about $150 over my budget. So for my birthday I decided to get the hell out of dodge to somewhere---anywhere away from Charleston. Sunset Beach was the original destination for fun in the sun except for that God hates birthdays and decided to rain down on the East Coast. So Asheville it was...mountainous--away from the coast....possibly sunnier? WRONG. But that's not the point of the story now is it? The point of the story is, that my broke ass booked a Days Inn in Candler, NC, about 6 miles from downtown Asheville. Drive up..so far so good. Go into room, so far so good even though I had to enter my room from the outside metal staircase. Friday night--so far so good--shower in working condition, no babymaking stains yet to be seen and even 5, count them FIVE large pillows. From the looks of it, Broke Roe is doing alright. Fast Forward to Saturday morning 9am. Pee, brush teeth, decide to hit up the continental breakfast buffet. Turn on the tv to check the weather and BAM like section 8 housing, my tv gets turned off. Then the lights. Then the water. Then the phone line. NO F'N POWER for 2 hrs. We call customer service. This is how that encounter went. "Thank you for calling Days Inn customer service, this is Dan" "Hi Dan, we are staying in a Days Inn in Asheville, NC and our power has been out for the past 2 hrs as well as the water and the phones. We haven't been able to take a shower or even go the bathroom" "ok" silence...."ok and what do you want me to do" "I want you to tell me what to do about this" "Well there is nothing I can do, I can't turn the power back on" WTF. Yes sir, I called bc I want you to take your headset off, get in your car, drive to Asheville, pull out your tool belt and fucking put the power back on. For fuck's sake. Getting my money refunded was the easiest thing I've ever done, save for rolling over in bed. Moral of this story...Motels=death. Ok maybe death was exaggerated but it certainly=FAIL.
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See this is why I miss your bloggings. You are hilarious and I love it. Get your broke ass on the computer and blog more often lady! :) xoxo, your friend Jill
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