The Man has this habit of always trying to upgrade his accommodation when he travels. I think he looks for things to complain about, complain about it, and get attention. Maybe he does it to feel special.
We've been meaning to leave Bali for a week now, but we always find something more we want to do. We've given our hotel notice three times that we are leaving and changed our mind each time. Yesterday, we extended our stay one last time. Except this time, the hotel couldn't keep us in our room. It's been reserved for someone coming in for a long stay.
But, the hotel offered, you can move into the next room, room 28. The occupants are leaving so you can move in after they check out. Fine, said The Man. But check out time is 1 pm. The hotel asked if we would mind moving our luggage to room 16, go on with our day, then when room 28 is ready, they will move our bags there.
When I saw room 16, I said to The Man, "This is a nicer room. It's much brighter. I like the window at the head of the bed and the window in the back wall. It's cozy and romantic. Why don't we just keep this room."
"This room is smaller," growled The Man and he plunked himself down in a chair to wait. I went swimming, then got The Man to go to the beach. It was a waste of time to sit there just to make sure them moved us to room 28.
So we had a nice day at the beach. When we got back, our things had been moved into room 28. We took our showers, The Man threw back the covers and laid in bed to watch TV, I sat on the veranda to smoke a cigarette. We settled in, so I thought. The Man came out and kept the room door open to fuss about something. He said, "Uh oh, a little lizard just went into the room." He tried to get it out.
A little while later, he went to the hotel reception. He came back and said, "Don't get upset and don't roll your eyes. You were right and I was wrong. I just went to ask that they move us back to room 16. They said no problem."
"But we used the towels in this room, we laid in the bed, I butted out in the ashtray."
The porter came and moved us. I said, "We showered and used the towels, we laid in the bed, I used the ashtray." He said, "No problem."
So we got moved back into room 16.
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The Boss does that often as well. He figures that hotels want to keep the better rooms just in case they are needed later on for some reason, to appease a client for instance.
If one doesn't complain about their room, then the assumption is that they are happy with it. I've started to do that mildly wherever we stay and it does seem to work. At a hotel in Long Beach 5 years ago, we checked in around 1 p.m. and were given a room on the first floor with a view looking out to an ugly pond in the courtyard. I complained that we were not comfortable on the first floor and the noise level was a factor as we were close to the foyer and beside the elevator. They then found a room for us on the 9th floor with an amazing view of the ocean where it was quiet. I also got room upgrades in Cancun and Charleston, South Carolina.
It must be an Armour traight! Changeing rooms constantly when dissatisfied, seems normal to us. One shoudn't settle for second best. As The Man says "Take it easy and if it's easy, take it twice" Wasn't this subject brought up on your Blog once before?
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