You Make The Call
Were we the jerks? Or not?
During our vacation, Wendy and I stayed at the Opryland Resort Hotel in Nashville. Humongous place with nearly 3,000 rooms. I wouldn’t call it a family friendly atmosphere. It was more for the high-powered corporate types whose companies would be picking up the average price of $239 a night for a room. (We got an AAA special rate ourselves)
I did some exploring and found a cavernous convention area, where appeared hundreds of business conventioneers. They seemed the pushy, salesman type to me.
While exploring, I also found a locked room with free internet connections for hotel guests. Just swipe your room key card and you’re in. Wendy and I dropped in one morning so I could check on my fantasy football team and my blogging community.
There was only one other gentleman there, who seemed part of the business crowd, very serious in his suit and tie in front of the computer screen.
Another man, also in shirt and tie, knocked at the door while we were in there. Obviously, he didn’t have his room key with him, or was not a guest at the hotel. Wendy indicated with hand gestures that he needed to use his room key. She said she had heard of sexual predators scouting for locations such as this to access the internet. So she wanted no part of letting him in without proper identification.
But the would-be intruder was persistent. He banged on the floor length glass doors even harder, several times. Then tried to collar a sympathetic passerby to let him in. Two women did not. The third did. So he was in. But he wasn’t happy.
"I hope you’re never broke down by the side of the road when I drive by," he said snottily. (Is snottily even a word? If not, it should be).
Wendy and I did not respond, but the other gentleman did.
"Don’t bitch at me. I didn’t make the rules," he replied.
"So that’s the way it is, eh," the intruder responded.
They went back and forth a few times before the intruder sat down, checked something quickly on the computer, then left with a "Cheerio. Have a nice day."
What do you think? Should we have let him in? I was even tempted to call hotel security on him for his nasty behavior. You make the call.