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08 July 2009 @ 11:23 am
Inspired by a recent post in customers_suck  
I seem to have really awful luck with hotel keycards.

Most recent time was at the Tennessee Division Annual meeting last month. I didn't want to carry my purse to the final night dinner, so I just tucked my card into my name badge and that into my bra strap. Of course, I couldn't get into my room, and came back to the front desk to have the following conversation.

Me: Hi, I'm Janet Miles in room 325, and my key has stopped working.

Clerk: I'll be happy to reset that for you. Was it near a cellphone or a magnet?

Me: No, I don't think so, but maybe it got static from the plastic name-tag holder.

Clerk: That could be. May I see a photo ID, please?

Me: Um, it's in the room.

Clerk: [pause] I'll, ah, need to page security to escort you up and verify your ID, then.

Me: Oh, okay, that makes sense. I can appreciate that you don't want to be letting random people into rooms. Sorry about the hassle.

And that's when the clerk looked at me as though I'd sprouted a second head. I guess I was supposed to scream at her about the inconvenience and how dare she call me a liar?

I have also been the person who couldn't get into her room (this was a couple of years ago, at a random hotel somewhere in Kentucky). I admit that I felt pretty damn stupid the third time I went back to the front desk to say, "No, really, it isn't working. Room NNN, right? Card goes in this way, right? Put card in, take card out, wait for light? Yeah, not working." So they sent the maintenance guy up with me, and it turned out the battery in the lock was dead. Fortunately, there was another room available, so I moved and all was well.

And the person who managed to completely forget which room she was in. Oddly, the clerk that time just told me, didn't ask for ID or anything. It may be that she recognized me; I'd only checked in an hour or so earlier, and I was in a specific room block for a friend's wedding.
une idee fixeideealisme on July 8th, 2009 03:36 pm (UTC)
My boyfriend tends to kill hotel cards too. Last time we went on holiday he asked me to carry them so we could get in to the room. Don't know why it happens to him and not to me...maybe it's all that TESTOSTERONE...;-)
Janet Miles, CAP-OMjanetmiles on July 8th, 2009 03:58 pm (UTC)
*grin* I do believe that some people simply have weird electromagnetic fields; my mom could break analog watches by wearing them for a week.
une idee fixeideealisme on July 8th, 2009 04:18 pm (UTC)
I break mobile phones. Except for The Brick, a Nokia 5110, which I had for five years.
The Broad Majestic Shannonms_interpret on July 8th, 2009 05:24 pm (UTC)
Me too! I also make streetlights dim by walking under them. Sometimes, they'll shut right off. No one believes me, but
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Me too! I also make streetlights dim by walking under them. Sometimes, they'll shut right off. No one believes me, but <lj-user="hitchhiker"> has seen it with his own two eyes, and his word is basically unimpeachable. :)
Janet Miles, CAP-OMjanetmiles on July 8th, 2009 05:36 pm (UTC)
I believe you; I know other folks who have streetlight syndrome.
Fat Fred the Otter and Skippy: yahoofatfred on July 8th, 2009 04:03 pm (UTC)

Magnetic personality!
Caseypurplepathos on July 8th, 2009 04:08 pm (UTC)
Lin's and my cards stopped working twice at the last hotel we stayed at. Mostly I do ok with them. I kill wristwatches instead. I have the best luck with Timex, and even those don't last more than a year or two before they start losing time and replacing the battery doesn't help.

Edited at 2009-07-08 04:09 pm (UTC)
kightp on July 8th, 2009 04:55 pm (UTC)
In my experience, clerks will almost always tell you what room you're in. They probably figure that if you aren't you, you won't be able to get in.

Or maybe I just look more like a granny than I think...
Miche: dream moremicheinnz on July 9th, 2009 03:32 am (UTC)
When I was in Melbourne last weekend I had a couple of really excellent cab drivers, so I called the company to let them know. When I was put through to the supervisor, the conversation went like this...

Me: "I just wanted to ring and say how great your drivers are."
Supervisor (warily): "Why, what's happened?"
Me: "No, no, I'm not being sarcastic. I want to tell you how good your guys have been to me."
Supervisor: "Ooookaaaay..."

Poor thing. I think she was genuinely surprised when all I had to say were good things.
Spark_in_darknesssparkindarkness on July 9th, 2009 02:14 pm (UTC)
I don't get why people would be mad about that. I mean "ZOMG you mean you won't let ANYONE in my room to go through my stuff?!" Seems like good common sense