When I first arrived at the hotel, the front desk asked how many people were staying. Since I booked two double rooms, I said four people would stay. The front desk said all four people would register. I said two people would come first, and the other two would register when they came later.
The front desk receptionist glanced at my other two friends who came in with me and sat on the sofa next to me, and said in a very bad attitude: Even if you bring friends to see the room, you must all come to the front desk to register your ID number, otherwise you are not allowed to bring friends upstairs to see the room.
It was the first time that the front desk staff spoke to guests like this when I stayed in a hotel. I was so angry that I was shaking and had an argument with the front desk. In the end, my friends took the initiative to go to the front desk to register their identity information and comforted me not to let these trivial matters affect my mood.
But when my friend asked the front desk whether they had copied our identity information, the front desk said yes. My friend asked them to take out the copies and asked us to write on them that the copies were only for hotel use. The front desk was reluctant at first, saying that this was their job and they had signed a confidentiality agreement. But after our repeated requests, they were reluctant to give us the copies and signed a statement, and nagged us for doing it in vain. I angrily said: What kind of character are you? It's not written on your forehead, why should I trust you unconditionally.
When I finally gave me the room card, the front desk staff who had argued with me suddenly said to me in a good manner: This is your room, I upgraded your room.
At that time, I was a little surprised, and I felt a little guilty and regretted that my pattern was too small.
But when I entered the hotel room, I found that this room had a musty smell, and the tabletop was covered with a thick layer of dust when I touched it lightly with my hand. If I guessed correctly, it was a room that had not been occupied for a long time. My friend also said that her room was the last room and she didn't want it.
I was heartbroken and called the front desk. The front desk told me very strongly that the big bed rooms in this hotel were the last rooms. If there was a peculiar smell, I would come down to the front desk to change it myself.
Although I got the last room in the end, at least the room didn't have such a strong musty and smelly smell. I thought it was only one night, so I just made do with it. But I didn't sleep well that night. Next time I go to Foshan, I will definitely not stay in this hotel. I'm asking for trouble because the front desk of this hotel is too arrogant. I can't afford to offend them, but I can afford to avoid them.
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