Dear Hotel Guests,
When you ask me “which way to room 119,” and I tell you we don’t have a room 119, I’m not trying to mess with your head, convince you that you’ve entered the Twilight Zone, or be funny. The room actually does not exist. I am trying to help you out before you wander up and down the hall in search of a door that is not there.
When you ask me “which way to room 119,” and I tell you we don’t have a room 119, I’m not trying to mess with your head, convince you that you’ve entered the Twilight Zone, or be funny. The room actually does not exist. I am trying to help you out before you wander up and down the hall in search of a door that is not there.
I have a computer in front of me in which I can look your actual room up and give you precise directions. Arguing the fact that the room really is there, and claiming it is definitely the room you checked into isn’t going to make it magically appear. Let me know if you do in fact find it.
Sincerely,
Friendly Neighborhood Desk Clerk
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