Hotel Confidential: She Walked with Purpose


She walked with purpose, as she  entered the hotel lobby, wearing electric blue jeans. She made a hard left and disappeared into the hallway.  She reappeared asking if anyone asked for keys for room 131? The front desk agent told her no.   She then asked for a key to the room.  Realizing she didn’t have her ID she said she’d be right back.

Returning, “I’m checking out” she tells the agent.  “This man” she says under her breath.  “He wanted a suite” she’s getting angry. “ I drive all the way out here and he has no money!”” Then we get here and then he asked for for money” When I couldn’t find the key, I knew he had it..   I hate this!   

TWO HOURS LATER 

Two men come to the front desk.  “I’m in room 131 and my key don’t work”  The taller and older man asked.        The front desk agent tells him that the room was checked out.   “Whaaaa, when? how long ago?  She tells him almost two hours ago.     I left my phone in the room.    I’m sorry, I cant let you into the room.  We can hold it, but we can only give the phone or anything in the room to the person that rented the room.   So, I can’t get my phone?  Wow!   Sir, just call the lady and we will holder it for her!  (The agent was struggling ,wanted to laugh)   Ok, then, turning and walking away, leaving his friend at the counter.   What about the room? the younger male asks.   Come on!  “Dude” you said you had this room!   What we gonna do?  Your getting another room? They’re in the car waiting on us! ‘COME ON”  shouted the older man.   “Fuck”  

 

Gina C. and CityFella

 

 

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Big city fella, Born and Raised in the San Francisco Bay Area. Lived in New York (a part time New Yorker) for three years . I have lived in the Sacramento area since 1993. When I first moved here, I hated it. Initially found the city too conservative for my tastes. A great place to raise children however too few options for adults . The city has grown up, there is much to do here. The city suffers from low self esteem in my opinion, locals have few positive words to say about their hometown. visitors and transplants are amazed at what they find here. From, the grand old homes in Alkali Flats, and the huge trees in midtown, there are many surprises in Sacramento. Theater is alive is this area . And finally ,there is a nightlife... In.downtown midtown, for the young and not so young. My Criticism is with local government. There is a shortage of visionaries in city hall. Sacramento has long relied on the state, feds and real estate for revenue. Like many cities in America,Downtown Sacramento was the hub of activity in the area. as the population moved to the suburbs and retail followed. The city has spent millions to revive downtown. Today less than ten thousand people live downtown. No one at city hall could connect the dots. Population-Retail. Business says Sacramento is challenging and many corporations have chosen to set up operations outside the cities limits. There is vision in the burbs. Sacramento has bones, there are many good pieces here, leaders seem unable or unwilling to put those pieces together into. Rant aside, I love it here. From the trees to the rivers. But its the people here that move me. Sacramento is one of the most integrated cities in America. I find I'm welcome everywhere. The spices work in this city of nearly 500,000 and for the most part these spices blend well together. From Ukrainians to Hispanics and a sizable gay community, all the spices seem to work well here. I frequently travel and occasionally I will venture into a city with huge racial borders, where its unsafe to visit after certain hours. I haven't found it here. I cant imagine living in a community where there is one hue or one spice. I love the big trees, Temple Coffee House, the Alhambra Safeway, Zelda's Pizza, Bicyclist in Midtown, The Mother Lode Saloon, Crest Theater, and the Rivers. I could go on and I might. Sacramento is home.

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