So, dear Fatters, I am posting today after a lot of annoyance and upset. The hotel I booked in Ottawa made promises it didn't keep. We arrive in an accessible room (barely) with a tiny bed for one - Joe ended up sleeping on a cot on the floor. After much complaining we got things as settled as we could. I went down this morning to do a blog and wham ... their computers were down. Enough was enough. I got the front desk to contact another hotel within the same brand - a hotel we knew and we managed to get transferred there.
The great thing about a wheelchair, I discovered, was the ease of protest.
Let me explain.
Once they made the transfer they informed me I'd be paying a rate of 80 more for the night. Now, I had booked a room with two queens, we got a single. I had booked a wheelchair accessible room, the door was too narrow to get through. I had expected an accessible bathroom and got a tub with a bar in an impractical location. I had checked to ensure there was a computer for guest use, there was no computer. I figured, it was up to them to make me happy, up to them to get me what I needed.
Well, they figured it was up to them to get rid of me and my complaints. And they nearly had, they could taste my departure. But now we were haggling dollars (I don't need people sending me money - I can afford the room rate, this was principle). Finally I said, "I'm in a wheelchair I can sit comfortably right here in front of the reception desk while you all figure out a way to give me the same rate. You have made a mess out of my weekend. You are making me move hotels. You promised and didn't deliver. I'm really OK with waiting ALL DAY."
Then I leaned back in my chair, grabbed my sippy cup of tea and took a long draw, and relaxed.
It was fun to watch.
A line up was forming behind me and I didn't frigging care.
Guess what, I got the rate reduced AND I got an apology.
More that that, I can write a blog up for tomorrow. I've got a good and upbeat one but first, now, I had to gloat.
Because sometimes being a jerk pays off.