Ok so I paid a visit to a small Hotel not too long ago. Yay Me! Ok so you're probably thinking, "This guy is not going to brag about the f*ckfest he had in that night, all over this blog", and you're right I'm not! What I am going to share with you, my fellow readers, is just the great service I received that night.
So we walk in and ask for prices. To start off I honestly don't know why I bothered asking, because I already had the prices in my head. So Mr. Osama Bin Laden Jr. over the counter tells me prices. So I'm there waiting until this man points out the price of a room with one of those fancy tubs that bubble, I believe someone named that machine a "jacuzzi", but he doesn't. For some reason I felt offended I didn't let it be known but I asked, "How about a room with a "jacuzzi?" He tells me the price blah blah. Why wasn't I told the price from the get-go? Is it because I'm not white? Is this a racial thing? Did this terrorist looking mofo think I couldn't afford it? Well I could! To calm the suspense running through your veins on whether or not I took the room with the jacuzz...I didn't, but next time I will.
Of course I get to my room and about 10 mins later, give or take, the power in the whole room goes off. I laughed during this mini blackout because the lovely lady I was with reminded me of the movie Vacancy. And for a split second I thought, "Crap!" What if this is like that? I didn't appreciate the vibe which I received from Bin Laden Jr., so I pictured that him just throwing gasoline on me and lighting me on fire and as I'm yelling in pain and agony and rolling on the floor this so called person is just sipping on his cheap whiskey. Than I snapped back into reality and realized this isn't a movie. So he than puts the power back on in our room, and no more that 5 mins later the power goes off once again. Ok now in my head I'm thinking shit we're going to die. But all I did is walk down told the him power went off once again and he asks me if I have the heater on high. I paid money for this room so I have the right to put it as high as I want. After putting power on my room again, my cable is out. Either God didn't want me in that room or this man gave me an awful room. Of course this man tries to fiz the cable and the whole time I'm thinking, "This f*ck has no idea what he's doing", and he didn't. This man kept pushing the same button over and over like a 2yr old infant that has a shiny Bright Red Button in front of him. After 15 minutes of unsuccefully trying to restore the cable serive he finally decides to switch my room.
Of course there had to be something wrong with this room and there was. The TV was about 1 mile up in the air. As if the TV being so small wasnt bad enough it was sky high up there. And you're probably asking why do you care about a TV if you're in a hotel room with someone you can just be enjoying the night with? The answer is I paid for the room and as a paying customer deserve full satisfaction.
P.S. It was a great Night
Still no present...
...And still waiting.
So we walk in and ask for prices. To start off I honestly don't know why I bothered asking, because I already had the prices in my head. So Mr. Osama Bin Laden Jr. over the counter tells me prices. So I'm there waiting until this man points out the price of a room with one of those fancy tubs that bubble, I believe someone named that machine a "jacuzzi", but he doesn't. For some reason I felt offended I didn't let it be known but I asked, "How about a room with a "jacuzzi?" He tells me the price blah blah. Why wasn't I told the price from the get-go? Is it because I'm not white? Is this a racial thing? Did this terrorist looking mofo think I couldn't afford it? Well I could! To calm the suspense running through your veins on whether or not I took the room with the jacuzz...I didn't, but next time I will.
Of course I get to my room and about 10 mins later, give or take, the power in the whole room goes off. I laughed during this mini blackout because the lovely lady I was with reminded me of the movie Vacancy. And for a split second I thought, "Crap!" What if this is like that? I didn't appreciate the vibe which I received from Bin Laden Jr., so I pictured that him just throwing gasoline on me and lighting me on fire and as I'm yelling in pain and agony and rolling on the floor this so called person is just sipping on his cheap whiskey. Than I snapped back into reality and realized this isn't a movie. So he than puts the power back on in our room, and no more that 5 mins later the power goes off once again. Ok now in my head I'm thinking shit we're going to die. But all I did is walk down told the him power went off once again and he asks me if I have the heater on high. I paid money for this room so I have the right to put it as high as I want. After putting power on my room again, my cable is out. Either God didn't want me in that room or this man gave me an awful room. Of course this man tries to fiz the cable and the whole time I'm thinking, "This f*ck has no idea what he's doing", and he didn't. This man kept pushing the same button over and over like a 2yr old infant that has a shiny Bright Red Button in front of him. After 15 minutes of unsuccefully trying to restore the cable serive he finally decides to switch my room.
Of course there had to be something wrong with this room and there was. The TV was about 1 mile up in the air. As if the TV being so small wasnt bad enough it was sky high up there. And you're probably asking why do you care about a TV if you're in a hotel room with someone you can just be enjoying the night with? The answer is I paid for the room and as a paying customer deserve full satisfaction.
P.S. It was a great Night
Still no present...
...And still waiting.
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2 comments:
lol. uhm. wow you seem genuinely upset about this. it only makes it that much funnier lol.
lmfao!!!! dude, honestly i've never once been in a hotel room and cared whether or not the tv worked...course, i never pay for that sorta thing. you're silly. lmao @ the terrorist thing!!!!
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