I need a room for meetings I need to be at in Minnedosa Manitoba later on this month.
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.