The hotel clerk simply lied to me. As I watched his face when I confronted him with his lie, I saw his eyes narrow and his chin become set. And thus began another real-life opportunity for me in an area I wish I didn’t have to endure — dealing with difficult people.
I had asked for a simple form. “We don’t provide that form,” he asserted.
“You know,” I said, “I’m a frequent guest with this hotel chain — in fact, I have a fancy membership card. I’ve even stayed here at this hotel before. On many occasions, I have asked for the form and received it.”
“Well, my manager told me that we don’t provide that form,” he asserted. “So we don’t.”
“Let me get your full name so that when I talk with your manager, there won’t be any confusion,” I replied.
He shifted his name badge my direction but it had only his first name. “That’s all you need to know,” he said. “And if you want that form you can download it and print it.”
I did just that. When I handed it to him a few minutes later, I could see what he was thinking, “OH! That form!” He slid my keycard across the counter and said nothing.
“Thanks!” I said. “You know, an apology and acknowledgment now would be nice.”
He said nothing. I picked up the key and headed to my room. Within fifteen minutes, I had written and saved the text I would paste into the survey I always get from this hotel chain after a stay. Here’s what it said:
That, of course, wasn’t the first thing I’d written. It was what came to me after I paused and did a little breathing.