BC and I were planning on leaving the two girls (see exhibt A)
with our usuall dog sitting lady while we were in Chicago this weekend. However, she was out of town so we decided to take them with us. We had booked a room for 2 nights at the Motel 6 in Joliet because they have reasonable rates and per their web site they are "pet friendly". So we plunked down our $97.50 and got a double room for Friday and Saturday. We arrived at the Hotel at 1:30pm on Friday and checked in without incident. The desk kid was very nice but had B.O. and looked like he had had a long night. No big deal. We mosey up to the room and it is clean and workable. We hang out and wait for the evening event to arrive. I watched the Chicago White Sox World Series rally on TV and the girls slept on the bed with me. Buttercup was off spending time with her cuttie pie niece Ella Pearl. (See pics prievious posts) Our room is right by the emergency exit stairwell so we do not have people on all sides. I figure they put the dog people away from the middle rooms to keep complaints down if the dogs began to bark. During the afternoon on Fri I do hear dogs barking down the hall but don't even think to complain since we have dogs too and it wasn't that loud to me.
We leave for the shuttle bus to the wedding at about 5:45pm and leave the dogs behind. We arrive back at the hotel about 12:45am on Sat and our keys don't work in the lock. I make the trip to the front desk and encounter the "Night guy" manager. (More about this puke soon)I tell him in my best half drunk voice that our keys don't work and ask him to fix them. He agrees and from behind the bullet proof window (like at the teller window at the Payday Check Store) takes my keys and re-codes them. Minor pain but no big deal....hey it's Motel 6 not the Ritz.
So, Sat am and the sheriff has a little of the Gin and Tonic flu....after a trip for breakfast that came up 25 min. after consumption I hunkered down in the room for the remainder of the day locked in mortal combat with my headache and lack of energy. The dogs were with me the whole day and nary a bark. However, the dogs of Friday afternoon were back at their bark opera and were at it for most of the day. My phone rang once in the afternoon but after three hellos on my part the party on the other end hung up.
Sat evening we leave to go the costume party at 7:30pm. Dogs in their diapers for another fun evening at the motel. We get back to the room at 12:30pm and our keys once again don't work...becoming more of a PITA...I go back down to the lobby and see a gentleman in a rent-a-cop uniform sitting in the lobby....no biggy...I ask Senior Dipshit to once again re-code my keys and tell him that I am in Room 221. He says to me, "Oh, you are being kicked out of the hotel because your dogs were barking all day...the security guard will escort you up to your room so you can get your stuff!" I being about as shocked as I can be say, "what?" I was in my room all day and our dogs were not barking. However, the dogs down our hall were loud all day...did you try to call our room or knock on our door to see if it was us?" Dipshit responds..."I called several times and you were ignoring my calls...you can either leave now or I can call the police and they can escort you out!" I as calmly as I can speak, "well then I would like a refund for the night." And was responded to by "There will be no refund."
So, I was escorted up to my room by the rent-a-cop who tells me as we are walking that the night guy is a real "dick". We get to the outside of our room door and there is no noise comming from inside. No barking..nada....just like there wasn't the night before. Tulip and Lilly are excited to see us and Lilly goes into the hall to sniff the rent-a-cop. I proclaim that these are the monsters that have conspired to have us kicked out of the hotel. Rent-a-cop laughs at the absurdity of the events. Drea and I load up the car and drive home..leaving our hotel at 1:15am and arriving home at 4am.
I am currently drafting a letter to the President/CEO of Motel 6 on my legal office letterhead outlining the wonderfull experience I had at his pet friendly motel and informing him of the qualtiy people he has working for his fine company. I have experienced some strange events in my lifetime but to be kicked out of a hotel at fucking 1:15am in the morning is absurd. Especially because all dipshit needed to do to get the correct room number was to get off his fat ass and walk up one flight of stairs and walk down the hall to hear who was actually making all the noise. A knock on the door goes along way dumbass.
This is my tale of woe. Needless to say unless some major tainlicking is done by said company I will never be spending my hard earned money there again and will encourage all I know the follow suit. More to come when or if I receive and answer to my "fan mail".
bunny out
