How was Vegas, you ask? Well, it was hot....stinkin' hot! For the first time in the past couple of years, we've actually had fabulous weather. The last few times we've found it cold there. This time the weather was hot...but the machines were cold. No luck! None at all! Nodda! But hey, it's "Vegas, baby"...there's no such thing as a bad time. Although we did agree, this will likely be our last trip down. No....really....we mean it this time!
It may be soap box time again....wait a second....while....I....pull.... this...heavy.... platform.... over....and climb up on it....so as better to project my rant. What this time, you ask?? Incompetence. It's rampant! Some say it's the new generation. I don't know if you can generalize. "Why this" and "why now", you ask? Well, it's all about this waitress...oh, excuse me...server we had for our last supper in Vegas. We had a perfectly lovely meal at a trendy pizza joint. We had just learned that we had $44 in primary comps which we had to use before leaving town, and also $35 in other comps that we could save for a later date. The fellow with the rewards desk told us to enjoy our dinner, use the $44 first and any overage, take from the $35. "Just tell them to use the 'primary comps' first". Simple....right?? It's not simple when you've got an incompetent server who doesn't really like her job. To make a rather long story short, we almost got arrested for the ole "dine n' dash". It all got straightened out, but not before little miss ray of sunshine...or should I say, little miss mid-life ray of sunshine (she was no young thing with cushions on her shoulders which her head bobs off of with each side to side exclamation of "what-ever") dismissed us....totally...we had more questions for her and she just walked away..."dissed" ..totally. Guess I should have taken Kier's advice and lightened up her tip a bit, which she foolishly left on the table....oh well....what-ever!
WHAT I LEARNED THIS WEEK: Upgrades are not always better. I learned this at the hotel we were staying at this trip. It's actually a first that I insisted on being moved to a lesser room because it was nicer than the upgrade. First of all, we reserved a king room, non-smoking. Pretty simple request, I thought. Apparently not. We got 2 queen beds in a non-smoking room that smelled like the Marlboro Man had stayed there and chain-smoked for a month. The peep-hole was gone from the door. No, the hole was there....just the little peep hole that prevents people from looking back at you when you look at them...or worse, from them putting something into your room through this 2 inch diameter hole in your door. Oh, and did I mention that you couldn't change your mind in the bathroom, the safe was locked OPEN and the curtains were broken? When we went down the next morning the woman was quite indignant that we didn't appreciate the upgrade we'd been given. I told her that if that was an upgrade, then for heaven's sake...DOWNGRADE ME PLEASE!!! I tried to tell her that for an upgraded room, they might want to fix some of the things that were wrong with the room....but she interrupted me with something else and wasn't interested in hearing about the problems...did I mentioned how I abhor incompetence?? I know what you're thinking....."what-ever"!!
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