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lullabelle) wrote2010-08-17 09:45 am
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Head-desking forever.
So, I'm working with the owner's son, and two twentysomething guys come to check in.
J: We've got you in a room with one king bed. Did you need a room with two doubles?
Guy: Nah, the one king's fine.
J: Are you sure? We have plenty of two doubles available, and that way you won't have to share.
Guy: *incredulous stare*
J: *blank stare*
Me: HERE ARE YOUR KEYS.
Awkward.
Twenty minutes later:
J: Oh, they were gay!
Sigh.
J: We've got you in a room with one king bed. Did you need a room with two doubles?
Guy: Nah, the one king's fine.
J: Are you sure? We have plenty of two doubles available, and that way you won't have to share.
Guy: *incredulous stare*
J: *blank stare*
Me: HERE ARE YOUR KEYS.
Awkward.
Twenty minutes later:
J: Oh, they were gay!
Sigh.
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"But there's two of you."
"Yes, we know."
"But there's only one bed"
"yes, we know."
"But there's two of you."
It went on like that for some time before he finally stopped arguing with us and I really wish I could have seen the look on his face when he finally twigged.
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Your identifying him as "the owner's son" made me predisposed to dislike him, and I was not disappointed.
"Wait, there are teh gays? HERE? OMGWUT"
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