No Manager in the Inn.
The few homes that were open, are full up (I prefer those to motels cause you get to meet real people). So this morning I phoned a Motel in that little berg.
The surreal conversation went something like this:
Motel: HELLO? (washing machine howling madly in the background)
Me: Uh hello, I'd like to check on the availability of a room please?
Motel: Um well I don't really have the book here so you'll have to call back.
Me: Uh ok, I was just checking on rates and availability.
Motel: Yeah like I said you'll have to call back cause the manager is away on holiday.
Me: Oh, and they'll be back when?
Motel: Oh you should call back after April 12.
Me: That's cutting it kinda close for me.
Motel: Well when do you want it for anyway?
Me: The weekend of __________________.
Motel: And your name and phone number?
Me: R-A-N-D-A-L-L F-R-I-E-S-E-N
Motel: PHONE NUMBER?
Motel: And your Credit card number?
Me: WHAT? I just want to check the cost and availibility?
Motel: Well you see the MANAGER IS AWAY ON HOLIDAY!
Me: Well I'm not booking a room not knowing the cost!
Motel: Well you'll have to call back then when the manager is here.
Me: ... on April 12...
Me: Still it cuts it kinda close for me.
Motel: Well, if there is a room available I have you down for it. You'll need to call with a credit card number.
Me: (I get the impression she's made notes on a napkin she's found near the washing machine.) I will call.
Motel: Good Bye.
Ah, life on the prairies.