So, I got to spend the night at a resort hotel in Phoenix this past week in order to attend a training seminar about anger management. It was very nice as you would expect, plenty of lights and fountains and walkways and mini parks all arranged up the side of a large hill in an eye-pleasing, somewhat maze-like extravagance that only a resort hotel can deliver. The suite we stayed in (my boss an me) was also large with three separate rooms and a back patio on which a small table and chair set sat. Of course, everyone was very nice and helpful, though we did have to call for maidservice to complete some undone work in the bathroom – Ok, actually, it was my boss, who is known for his OCD tendancies. I couldn’t care less.
I’ve stayed in these places before, of course, but I just realized on this particular jaunt how much more comfortable I would have been in a Motel 6 or something of that sort. Other than the ‘largeness’ of the suite, there is one thing that I found particularly irksome, probably only due to the comparison I connected with smaller motels.
Resorts, as it happens, charge you for EVERYTHING. Internet was provided via ethernet cable (only one hook up) at a cost of about $13 a night. The refrigerater and wet bar were tagged shut and everything in them, even the water, started a $2.50. I would not have been surprised to find a coin operated toilet and tissue dispenser in the bathroom. I bought a 32 oz iced chai tea at a local Starbucks, not even two miles from the place, for $2.50. There was a Starbucks in the resort that we found on the seminar day that offered an iced chai tea in a 16 oz cup for $4.25 and that was their largest drink size.
Again, it wasn’t something I hadn’t known about. It was something that I realized. Something that just struck me as odd. Here I was, surrounded by all this opulence and getting my pocket picked at every turn. Not to say that it wasn’t enjoyable, just ironic. . . .