I was quoted £24 for the 7 minute taxi ride from station to hotel. Even got a second opinion when another cabbie saw me refuse the first. “Nah mate, that’s just how it is. Crossing state lines you see?” “State?” “Yeah, Wilmslow”. I walked off, pinged an Uber and £6 later I was there. I feel for cab drivers faced with outfacing the likes of Uber but lets be real, £24 quid for 7 minutes? It’d be cheaper to hire a hooker with her own wheels. If i’m gonna be fucked, i’d at least like to get my monies worth.
A sticker in the room says Dial ‘0’ for reception, another recommends ‘D’. In my attempt to clarify I was left hanging as the room has no phone, only a dustless space I assume one once occupied. Maybe my last hotel management planned ahead and had them remove my handset after last weeks debacle with the re-routing number. I plan to ask for a wakeup call tomorrow, only to see if they send an intern jogging up to the fifth floor when realising they nicked my phone.
I’ve ordered food to the hotel. I’m never too sure about the food in room rules after being told I couldn’t bring outside food into a hotel in Birmingham, to then argue about their lack of restaurant and their vending machine being stocked with only toothbrushes, condoms and skittles. There’s no sticker saying otherwise so I think i’m in the clear. Living life by the sticker :)
Staying in a hotel near the airport means the police that attend calls are often armed, so no silly business or some trigger happy 9/11 anniversary greiver may shoot me dead.