Actual conversation I had five minutes ago with the front desk clerk at my hotel:
Me: Hi, I'm already checked in - I stayed here last night. Do you happen to have any skinny pillows?
Her (with a look on her face as if I had just asked her what the periodic symbol was for Beryllium): SKINNY pillows???
Me: Yes. The pillows on my bed are very thick and puffy, and this morning I woke up with a sore neck from sleeping all night with my head at a 90 degree angle.
Her (throwing her hair back in the best Marcia Brady impression I've seen to date): Uh, ok no? All we have is like what's on the bed?
Me: Allll.....righty then. Thankyouverymuch.
I didn't write about it the last time I was here, but this is the same girl who started crying behind the counter because she couldn't find the reservation for the guy who was trying to check in in front of me.
Is it really that hard to find a quality hotel experience anymore? In addition to my Stay-Puff marshmallow pillows, my heater sounds like the turbine from a Navy destroyer.
If it wasn't for the fact that my client is footing the bill for this place, I'm quite sure I would stay elsewhere. I guess it's true what they say - you really DO get what you pay for.
Oh, and for those of you who were wondering? Beryllium... it's Be.
Geez, that's an easy one.