I hate it when, after telling a woman something they don't want to hear, they then sic their husbands on me. Seriously. "You suck" with a side order of "grow a spine". Just because your 300lb keeper is getting all up in my face, it doesn't make me any less able to to provide you with a room on a night we've been sold out for six months, or to jam a second cot into your room with one queen bed because you booked through priceline and that's what they gave you. It just means I'm going to stop dealing with you, and you can call back on Monday when there's a manager available for you to abuse. If I ever see William Shatner, there are gonna be some words, lemme tell you.