Busy day, lots of travelers bustling in and out, a mother and her two little 9ish year old daughters check in to the hotel. They finish up and leave to go around the corner to the elevators. About a minute or two later a man comes up to the desk with his bags, etc.
Me: Hi there, checking in?
Man: No. Can you tell me what room those little girls just went to?
Me: Excuse me sir?
Man: Those little girls (he points towards the elevators) I need to know what room they went to?
Me: I can't just tell you what room those "little girls" went to, sir. You can probably understand,right?"
Man: I'm with them.
Me: (I stare quizzically at him, wondering why they would have gone up and not told him where to go)
You'rrrrre with them???
Man: (Holds up a small formal gown on a hanger and stares at me like, Yah,now what!?)
Me: Sir, that could mean annnnything now-a-days. Do you have an ID on you and I can look that up."
Man: (In a huff, rolls his eyes, gets out his ID and gives it me)
Me: (I search the system for any reservations that day with that last name...nothing comes up)
Sir, I don't have ANYone under that name, not even just that last name.
Man: Oh, well it's not under my name, it's under (gives last name).
Me: (Why the HELL did he give me an ID then?) Well, sir, I can't really give any information about any reservation that you are not on. Especially about "those little girls". I'm sure you understand, right? For guest security reasons.
Man: (Gives out a huff) You know what, NEVERMIND, they just texted me with the room number anyway.
Me: Well, that's great! And thank you SO much for understanding....
W T F!!!!!!!!
