There were moments last week when the idea of chucking it all for that tiki bar seemed pretty sweet.
Delayed flights and shuttles made the week more hectic than planned...but such is the life of a road warrior.
On the last stop of the week, I attempted to check in to my hotel. A really expensive hotel (because it's spring break there). And, "attempted" is the operative word.
I arrived shortly after 4. My room wasn't ready. I was given a $20 voucher for drinks/food at the pool bar for my wait. Of course, with Jack on the rocks at $9 a pop for a fairly thin pour into a plastic cup...that wasn't going to go far.
20 minutes, I was told. And, as it rounded 5, I said, "screw it" and headed downtown for dinner. The call that my room was ready came after 6.
When I returned, I asked the guy behind the desk what happened. Why was I getting into my room 3 hours late?
"We had 5 housekeepers call in sick today," he exclaimed.
I'm not sure whether it was true...but it was a much better answer than, "hey, it's spring break."
Because that would have translated into "bad management."
So...good answer, my man. Good answer.
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