Misunderstanding? Miscommunication? Jerks? Liers?

YOU decide...


Before I blog about anything else, a mishap must be addressed that occured last night at 1900 hours.

Kris, Daina, Stu and I had just enjoyed a bug infested, eternal dinner out when we decided to go home and pay for our last two nights. We had already paid for the first and we thought everything was fine when.... disaster struck!

They told us we each owed $50 dollars a night (including the night that we had already paid for). They tried to play dumb, like it was $50 all along...
But when we had gotten there we clearly had decided that Kris and Dainas room would be $14, and ours would be $12... we even paid them for crying out loud.

We argued, we negotiated, we hyperventilated, we swore (ok, well not we, that one was just Kris) and finally, after at least 45 minutes of debate (bare in mind that the debating and the talking were all in languages that neither party could understand in the slightest... thank goodness for pens, paper, and numbers) and finally we ended up paying:
$15 a night... which is $3 bucks more than we were going to initially pay, but nowhere near what they wanted us to pay.

Were they playing dumb on purpose?
Was it an honest misunderstanding?
Were they trying to play us like so many Canadian fiddles?

We were just relieved that it all worked out in the end... for them and kind of for us.
How dare they charge us more and then make it look like a deal?!

(although, to be fair, it was the nicest resort on the strip and the rest of them were going for about $25 a pop)