Tom Bodette is dead and I don’t feel too good myself.

BLOG ON THE ROAD, Day 6
Tom Bodette is dead and I don’t feel too good myself.


You fans of Lewis Grizzard will recognize that I ripped off one the late scribe’s book titles (Elvis is dead ... ).

How many more examples of zero customer service can I tell you, dear reader, about Motel 6 on Banksville Road in Pittsburgh?

Yesterday we came back from our morning rambles – breakfast, Wal-Mart, and a trip to our favorite miniature golf place but did not play because it was raining – at about 1:30.  The beds in our rooms had not been made.  I went out to the desk and asked when we might expect housekeeping, because it was naptime. 

The nasty woman at the desk said, “Housekeeping has already been in your room.” 

“And left the bed unmade,” I said.

“We never make beds on extended stays.”

“Since when?”

“Since we became a Motel 6.”

“This is our third stay and they were always made.  When did you become a Motel 6?” I asked.

“January 2013.”

“Well, we were here in July 2013 and July 2014, and the beds were made.”

“I am sure they were not,” Nasty Woman said.

I assured her she was mistaken.  She said, “I’m not going to argue with you.”  I assured her she was arguing with me.

I asked for the manager.  She’s off today.  Where’s the number two?  She’s off today. “So what are you doing?” I asked.  “I’m working the desk.”  I said, “You are sitting here.  I see no sign of working.”

And so it goes!

But RAISE THE JOLLY ROGER!  Bottom of the 9th.  Cutch sets the table.  Pedro drives him in.  Bucs win!  Bucs win!  Bucs win!

TTFN