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I was practically down on my knees--begging--the last time I was in New York City.
Every time I go there, I stay at the same hotel. I love it, and I feel like royalty when I check in. "Oh, Mrs. Beecher, I see you stay with us frequently. It's so nice to have you back again. Let's find you a room with a view."
But the last time I tried to check in, the front desk clerk only said, "Mrs. Beecher how would you like to pay for this today?" I told him I'd already paid for the room. I booked it online, like I always do, so my credit card was billed instantly.
"Well, I know for sure that's not the way it works," he replied. And he just stood there, repeating: "I know for sure--I know for sure--I know for sure." This wind-up guy was really starting to get on my nerves, and I had an appointment to get to.
"Why don't you just give me my key and check on it while I'm out?" I suggested. But nope, he wanted to be right.
"Please, please, don't do this," I was pleading with him by this time. "I want to be able to come back here again. There's a market nearby, a Starbucks, and a drugstore within walking distance. Everything's so handy. I'm begging you--don't screw this up for me."
I told him that he was acting like a jerk, which didn't resolve the issue, but at least it gave him new material, "I can't believe you called me a jerk. I can't believe you called me a jerk."
After my appointment, I checked my email. There was an apologetic message from the hotel manager telling me that my room was paid for, and everything was taken care of.
Guess who was behind the desk when I returned to get my key and check in? Only this time, the man behind the desk sang a different tune: "Hello, Mrs. Beecher. It's so nice to see you back again. Let's find you a room with a view."
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
P.S. Once upon a time. . .a storyteller arrived at a house in the Irish countryside. And after a fine and lengthy meal--the storyteller hadn't eaten in days--he. . .well, you really should read a bit of Frank Delaney's, Ireland for yourself.
Go to: http://www.emailbookclub.com/alt/ireland/ Then email me and tell me what you think of the book. I have 10 copies to giveaway to readers.