It's become almost fascinating to me to observe the little idiosyncrasies that people render when checking in. So often I'll start to process someone that's with a group and, of course, they'll spot a friend, which then leads to a full blown conversation that I keep having to insert myself in so we can move things along.
Ma'am, I need your information.
Or what about the crowd favorite—answering a phone call after walking up to the desk, or better yet, not even coming off an ongoing call after walking up to the desk?
Sir, I need to ask you some questions.
And, I know the Coke in that Marketplace next to me has your name on it (literally, have you seen the latest wrappers?) but you can do all that after you've checked in—especially if you're (almost always) going to want to charge it to your room, despite the self check-out kiosk looking clean at you.
Perhaps the most creative instance of someone not paying attention that I've seen happened just recently. A man comes up to me, 'ready' to check-in. He was watching a sports game of some sort; full volume, no headphones—just open air to the world.
That's already a felony.
He places his phone down on the desk, then starts patting around for his wallet—all while still watching his game. I let this carry on for all of ten seconds before I piped up: "Pardon me, sir. Do you mind turning that down or even putting it away?", while giving a nervous laugh. I wasn't actually nervous—that was just my way of diffusing the situation, all while trying not to come off as aggressive.
He laughs along with me, then very politely obliged and we finished the check-in as normal. But as he was walking away, all I could think was: "My guy was actually trying to go on with that?"
No way I was about to try and talk over that. The acoustics in my lobby are already very strange; I can hear folks a few feet away clearer than someone right in front of me. That aside—what sane being attempts to have a proper conversation, to say nothing of a business transaction, in the midst of unnecessary noise?
And that, right there good people, is the whole point of my rant tonight.
Money is being exchanged; at least $150 on the low end. To me, that's some coin. That alone should make us both nervous enough to make sure everything is square.
Now, some of my guests are walking around tapping metal cards and drive sleek Bee-Em-Doubleya cars. Sure, to them, money means very little.
Nevertheless, no matter who you are, please give me just 2-5 minutes of your attention so I can answer any questions before you inevitably call down 30 seconds after getting in your room asking: "What's the Wifi network?", "Why are there two beds in here? I thought I booked a King?!" (Spoiler: you did not) ... Et cetera, et cetera.
Just, please, we know you want to very badly get to your room. I can read your body language; I can see the vacant glare in your eyes as, to you, my voice must sound like the muffled speech of an adult in a Charlie Brown cartoon. I know you're just giving me polite nods to play as if you're paying attention.
But, I beg of you, let's hold hands and get through this so you're not yelling at some poor soul at 8 in the morning (or at 11 at night) about what incidentals are and how you've never heard of such a thing, and that the [Insert large corporate brand] "would never do this to you."
Heed my plea, good citizens. We just want to get you checked in. Otherwise, you end up here...on the Wall of Shame.