The Decline of Civilization - The Life of a Hotel Doctor
The desk clerk tried to hand back my parking slip, but I made no move to accept it.
The desk clerk tried to hand back my parking slip, but I made no move to accept it.
"We are unable to validate" she said. "It's twenty dollars. You pay at the cashier's window."
"As I explained, I'm the hotel doctor. They let me park."
"Unfortunately, the hotel doesn't own our parking service, so we have no control over the charges."
"That's true for most hotels, but everyone lets me park."
"Let me speak to my manager."
It was a stretch to call myself that hotel's doctor. The Mondrian was not a regular although I'd been there a dozen times over the years with no problem. Several minutes passed before the clerk returned.
"Regretfully, my manager says we're unable to validate. The hotel doesn't own our parking service, so we have no control over the charges."
Not willing to hassle hotel staff, I took the slip.
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