In short, I'm a h'her, dear editor, so I'm writing to you!
Today, the category of faking service was won by a Kiev hotel with a significant name "the khey".
It's a good hotel, and it's a hotel.
Tell.
Thoroughly preparing for a trip to Kiev for the congress, I was looking for a pleasant night with amenities.
And I did!
Progressive Buckingham advertised to me "a wonderful hotel in the heart of Kiev, where I can enjoy different.
And breakfast, and interiors and even free Wi-Fi.
Of course, I listened to Bucking, but as an old-timer, did not book on the site, and called this paradise place on the phone and booked the room directly.
And as it turned out, I shouldn't have taken such a serious cause so lightly.
On the appointed day the taxi driver — The Flying Dutchman, with the torn right mirror, through the smog and corks, through the fog and tooth-drobil Kiev pavement famously took me along with an unliftable suitcase at the specified address, dropped off at the closed barrier, waved his hand in the direction of fairy-tale, said : you go there and disappeared.
Well, nothing, I'm not a proud man, I dragged the suitcase from the closed barrier to the entrance a few meters, and, suddenly,
Rested on the door closed to the lock.
I'm known to be a frivolous girl, and at this stage I haven't been confused yet. Is it not enough, as in these capital hotels is accepted?! Maybe we should do it.
I started making phone calls.
A langiful woman's voice answered, and answered the nefig not "hello, your call is important to us"
I said I thought I had the wrong number.
I certainly didn't expect a business class meeting from the hotel, a gold stretcher with slaves, an aperitif and a hymn to honor me.
But it's not going to happen.
"Let's go down, " said a langicious voice.
After 15 minutes the door opened hospitablely, and obviously not expecting guests to come to the hotel at all, the admin looked at me like a new gate.
Hello, I say joyfully, I booked a room!
And she's not imperturbing to me:
If you've booked on the phone, there are no seats! We have a priority booking, and we settle only from there, because otherwise we have fines.
Think, no places?! "I'm dead, what am I going to do? "
And eat, answered the receptionist, go out on the street, there are a lot of other hotels nearby.
And he looks at me with smart eyes. It's a clean fox terrier, man.
Of course, I did not recover from the shock immediately and uselessly bickered with the administrator for some time.
Then, of course, sent her and went to another hotel with the thought: Don't go — so good.
Here's a service from "The Key. " You are welcome. To me, it's just fine.
Today, the category of faking service was won by a Kiev hotel with a significant name "the khey".
It's a good hotel, and it's a hotel.
Tell.
Thoroughly preparing for a trip to Kiev for the congress, I was looking for a pleasant night with amenities.
And I did!
Progressive Buckingham advertised to me "a wonderful hotel in the heart of Kiev, where I can enjoy different.
And breakfast, and interiors and even free Wi-Fi.
Of course, I listened to Bucking, but as an old-timer, did not book on the site, and called this paradise place on the phone and booked the room directly.
And as it turned out, I shouldn't have taken such a serious cause so lightly.
On the appointed day the taxi driver — The Flying Dutchman, with the torn right mirror, through the smog and corks, through the fog and tooth-drobil Kiev pavement famously took me along with an unliftable suitcase at the specified address, dropped off at the closed barrier, waved his hand in the direction of fairy-tale, said : you go there and disappeared.
Well, nothing, I'm not a proud man, I dragged the suitcase from the closed barrier to the entrance a few meters, and, suddenly,
Rested on the door closed to the lock.
I'm known to be a frivolous girl, and at this stage I haven't been confused yet. Is it not enough, as in these capital hotels is accepted?! Maybe we should do it.
I started making phone calls.
A langiful woman's voice answered, and answered the nefig not "hello, your call is important to us"
I said I thought I had the wrong number.
I certainly didn't expect a business class meeting from the hotel, a gold stretcher with slaves, an aperitif and a hymn to honor me.
But it's not going to happen.
"Let's go down, " said a langicious voice.
After 15 minutes the door opened hospitablely, and obviously not expecting guests to come to the hotel at all, the admin looked at me like a new gate.
Hello, I say joyfully, I booked a room!
And she's not imperturbing to me:
If you've booked on the phone, there are no seats! We have a priority booking, and we settle only from there, because otherwise we have fines.
Think, no places?! "I'm dead, what am I going to do? "
And eat, answered the receptionist, go out on the street, there are a lot of other hotels nearby.
And he looks at me with smart eyes. It's a clean fox terrier, man.
Of course, I did not recover from the shock immediately and uselessly bickered with the administrator for some time.
Then, of course, sent her and went to another hotel with the thought: Don't go — so good.
Here's a service from "The Key. " You are welcome. To me, it's just fine.