So I work in a small kitchen next to a bar in a hotel. We're right next to the front desk, too, so on quiet Sunday nights where no one wants to be a heathen and drink, I have lots of time to chat with the front desk associates. Tonight she had a good story for me.
Lady on the Phone: I'm lost, can you give me directions to find your hotel?
Front Desk: Sure, could you tell me where you're at right now so I can help you out?
LP: I just turned off the highway and took a right.
FD: ... Which highway? There are three that go near the city. Do you know which one you turned off of?
LP: No.
FD: ... Ok, do you know which road you're on right now?
LP: No. Let me call you back.
(10 minutes pass.)
(Lady calls back.)
LP: So we got off the main highway.
FD: Aaaaaand which one is that?
(More confusion continues. Finally the location of the lost guest is estimated and directions are given. This lady drove down from Canada with no GPS or map to speak of. Cool. Just as things are about to wrap up, she says...)
Lady: Oh while we're talking, I suppose I'd better tell you this. I despise the color blue. On your website I noticed that you have rooms with blue in it. I can't stand the color blue in any room I'm in. I hope the room has no blue, and a king sized bed. Two king sized beds, because I have another guest with me.
FD: O... okay...
Lady: Ok bye.
(....... what the fuckery ensues, while the housekeepers and front desk associates desperately search for a free room with two king sized beds and no blue.)
X_X Humans.