What happens here ... stays here
This is a little tongue in cheek, but since Jeff and I lived in Las Vegas for five years, we thought the popular marketing slogan would apply here. When you are dealing with the public, you never know what might come up. Normally things are fairly routine at our Chestnut Street Inn. People arrive; we do a tour; they have dinner; they sleep; they have breakfast; we chat; and they go home happily rested and fed. But, every so often, things can get interesting. I suppose at some point, a tell-all book would be in order, but in the meantime, I thought I’d share some of our most unusual memories.
• One of my favorites involved what should otherwise be a simple procedure — check out. We present a bill, guest pays bill, guest leaves. Well, when said guests’ credit card is nowhere to be found, guests and innkeepers begin a massive search for 30 minutes throughout the entire house and the guests’ vehicle. No credit card to be found.
Then, out of the blue, “Mrs. Robinson’s” light bulb goes off, and she promptly retrieves her credit card from, you’ll never guess where — her bra. Needless to say, hilarity ensued. We took care of the bill and she gave us permission to use her story in the future. I guess your bra is a somewhat safer place to keep your credit card than your purse, which is exposed to the elements and to would-be thieves, but it certainly got us caught off guard. Gives a whole new meaning to the notion of a “support bra.”
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