tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30847017.post5132471510944796762..comments2024-03-12T22:33:42.426-04:00Comments on View from a Hearse: The Not So Royal PalmBruce Goddardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04493226984700202009noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30847017.post-5394586228492187212008-02-15T10:15:00.000-05:002008-02-15T10:15:00.000-05:00You crack me up. I love asking the front desk for...You crack me up. I love asking the front desk for the pictures comment. I'll have to remember that one. My job has me in hotels and I try not to stay in anything less than the owner of the company would stay in. Hotels are not what they used to be. I had one in Louisville (expensive) that had a couple inches of dirty water in the tub when I pulled back the shower curtain. They comped the room. My favorite was having someone try to enter my room in Portland, OR at 4 am saying they were moved out of the room and left their shoes under the bed. The front desk had given them the room key but thankfully I had the other locks in place. Yes, the shoes were under the bed. I didn't need coffee that morning because I WAS AWAKE.Duferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04232958679093321032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30847017.post-16626197950348100592008-02-14T14:27:00.000-05:002008-02-14T14:27:00.000-05:00An hour seems like a long stayAn hour seems like a long stayAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com