1. Someone please explain to me why it is so hard to understand that, if you aren't registered to the room, you don't know the guest's address, phone number or LAST NAME, you are absolutey not getting a key to the room. Technically, if you're not registered, you're not supposed to get a key, period. We make exceptions for spouses and children, but only if the guest registered for more than one person. As in, if 223 is registered as a single occupancy, I don't care how many times you say he's your husband, you're not getting in. How would you feel if I gave a random person a key to your room because, and only because, they said they were so and so? Oh, you wouldn't like that? No. Didn't think so.

2. Thanks, honest little boy. You told me the truth about the chips in the vending machine. (They were stuck, not quite falling, but close.) Your sisters lied, trying to get a free refund out of me, but you told me the truth. That's why, when you came back later for ice, I bought you the apple juice you were eyeing.

3. I'm sorry, did you REALLY just ask me if I'd babysit your FOUR children so you and your boyfriend could have sex?

4. No, Mr. Trucker, I do not want to come have a beer when I get off. Do you not see my wedding band? And dear, holy God. *Why* is your money wet?


For all my bitching, I do love my job. Sometimes, though . . . people, you know?