Sometimes we get what we've paid for. In other instances, that's just not the case. Take this motel for example. Upon checking in I met a really polite young man named Corey who was working the front desk. Nice kid. I told him I'd seen the sign out front advertising the bane of business travelers, the continental breakfast, and inquired just what time that was set out. I had to hit the road long before dawn and wanted to make sure I could get a nibble and cup of java in me before driving another 15 hours. Not a problem he responded. He informed me that he puts the vittles out at midnight, so regardless of the departure time his guests would be set. Right on, I thought. The kid is using his noodle.
4 am the next morning. No Coffee. I've been in remote parts of third world countries, England and Ireland where tea is the staunch standby, and they still understand that we Americans like our coffee. Who on earth would not only skip the coffee but place a "humorous" sign near the food trough mocking coffee consumers? Then I remembered where I was. Utah. Bastion of the Mormons. Ya know, those fine folks who send boys out barely old enough to shave to your home who then insist on being referred to as "Elder". I was in trouble. According to LDS though, their Word of Wisdom indicates caffeine is neither wholesome or prudent. Neither is denying a Seattleite their morning cup. Clearly church doctrine doesn't extend to the manner in which business is conducted 'cause I checked in on a SUNDAY NIGHT! Day of rest people. Remember? But you sure didn't miss the opportunity to snatch my money, did you?
I was willing to let the envelope in the room go which requested tips for Ana. I'm hoping she didn't miss in her custodial duties and the long black hair draped over my towels was her own. I was cool with Corey's inability to monitor the other guests were appeared to be holding some sort of clog dancing affair in the adjacent room. I even let it slide that as he didn't blindfold himself and randomly select a key, which indicates that some forethought to room selection was given, when I realized the key he slid me was for a room you could see your breath in upon entry. Maybe put the thermostat at 50, at least.
But no coffee when that was the first thing I asked about? Come on folks. You can do lot's better for sixty bucks.
So Corey, if you're reading this and wondering who MacGyvered your coffee pot...that was me buddy.
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