This past weekend, we stayed at what is our favorite hotel near The Boy's school. The staff is friendly, accomodating and efficient. They always have cookies and coffee available in the lobby. The rooms are spacious and clean. Such cannot be said for all hotels in the vicinity.
I do so adore a nice clean hotel.
As we were checking in, the desk attendant was type-type-typing into her terminal as she chattered to us. She looked up at Wendy and asked, "You're sharing the room?"
Wendy nodded yes.
The young lady looked at her computer screen again and said, "There is only a king-sized bed in this one. Would you like me to change y'all to a room with two queens?"
I spoke up, smiling, "Well, no. King-sized is perfect. That's exactly what we want."
The other desk attendant, who was reading a newspaper nearby, gave a muffled snort. The one who was helping us looked down quickly and mumbled, "Oh... ummm... okay... I see..." as she nervously shuffled paper from one stack to another.
As many years as Wendy and I have been checking into hotels together we'd never been asked that, although I've always half-expected it. I wondered how I'd react, whether I'd get all stuttery and turn red and babble. Such a situation does, after all, proclaim to the clerk something rather personal about ourselves, doesn't it?
I'm pleased to announce I didn't even come close to blushing or stuttering. Can't say the same for the desk clerk though. Wonder if she'll ever ask two women that question again?
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It happened to my ex and me at some creepy waspish Virginia resort hotel. Honestly I can't even remember the name of the place, but they were so weird to us. This was shortly after we moved to DC from San Francisco, where no one cares.
BRAVO for not stuttering or blushing.
You know, as you get older, the idea of stuttering takes a back seat to be as openly coupled as possible and and then laugh as homophobia has to be polite in the name of customer service...PS..I have to let you know that you are my imaginary girlfriend...Tell Wendy that it really is just imaginary...
You know, I've never expected it, and never got it. I'm not sure I'd be quick thinking enough to do it, but I hope that I think to turn to Fran, give her a whoppin kiss, and tell the desk person we can't wait to get to our room... nudge, nudge, wink, wink. Okay, that's bad, way over the top, and not at all me, but it'd certainly make the desk person think twice before saying something again!
Um, really have to laugh at the word verification I have to type for this one: ibfagsz!!! How appropriate! LOL!!!!
I have to confess that I've been too chicken to deal with this issue, so I always just go in alone to register at hotels and leave my partner in the car...especially since we frequently travel to Ohio - the state which gained national attention as Bush was re-elected by passing some of the most hate-filled referendums in history.
I like Sassy's thinking .... I woulda had lots of fun as the other desk attendant ...
If I were the clerk, I would say the room that we've arranged for you has one king-sized bed? Is that okay?
She kind of opened-mouth and inserted foot LOL.
Then again, sisters would share a bed -- as would best friends -- wouldn't they? It wouldn't bother me in the least, and I could careless who judged me on it :)
That is a weird question! You handled it nicely. Kudos!
I doubt she will ever use that particular phrasing again.
Good for you!
Actually I think the question is fair and valid, regardless of the genders of the people booking in. I know a few pairs who prefer separate beds because of snoring or flailing-arm-and-leg issues.
Having said that, the clerk did get it wrong. Eyes has the right idea.
My boy and I have had a hotel clerk or two who gave us a weird look when we checked in. Maybe because we don't have the same last name and there are no rings on our fingers.
GASP! You're not married and you're staying in a hotel room with one bed! GASP, again!
It's never happened at the Ritz. Next time, go to the Ritz. They know customer service.
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