Today at the hotel I work at, a guest was coming into the elevator at the same time I was, on the first floor.
“What floor are you going to?” I asked. I was going to push the button for her.
She replied, “wait until everyone else is on the elevator to ask me that. Jesus christ…”
That pissed me off, but I kept my mouth shut.
She and her group of people got off on the 3rd floor, and when they did I saw them walk into the first door on the left–room 310. I double-checked with the front desk and confirmed that 310 is where she is at. She checks out tomorrow at noon.
There is a $250 smoking charge for guests if we find cigarette ashes or cigarette butts in the room. Lets just say that there’s going to be cigarette butts in that room before housekeeping gets to it tomorrow.
Im usually on for revenge, but with everything else going on, Ive had it with stuck up, condescending people.
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I’m not defending her rudeness, but some people lack good communication skills. Suppose you were paranoid and someone asked you what floor you’re on, you might just lie and say the one above, or you might say oops I forgot something and run out. She chose the direct approach.
I get people locking their car doors when they see me in the parking space next to them, loading my groceries or whatever. Yeah it’s infuriating that there’s no goodwill and trust. But tbh I don’t blame them. I don’t trust people as far as I can throw them.
If she was a legit a-hole then you’d be the best judge of that and you can act appropriately. I’m just saying, people have fears we don’t always understand. And I know tons of nice people who can’t communicate for beans. Why not take the high road and be superior?
…another possibility is that she didn’t want you to push the button until her entire party was inside because the doors would close.
But all that said, you’d know best. If she was legit being rude, targeting you for the way you look or dress, then fry her ass.
Sounds kind of risky and self-destructive, and the sort of thing that might come back to bite you in the ass in future. Dealing with rude customers sucks, but if people connect the dots and link it back to you it’ll be you who suffers.
Update, they were prostitutes who got caught doing drugs in the room. I didn’t even have to do anything. The police escorted them out. (No pun intended about escorting)