Big time. And the cretins who run the place are immune to Whoop Ass. So far, I am left with name-calling. But I’m not done scheming for a bit of tasy revenge. I don’t need much. Just $520 worth. Not even including the $50 for the bus ticket they told her to buy that she could not use. Not including the $200 for my plane ticket to come rescue her. Not including anything for her pain, stress and suffering which was plenty and plenty unnecessary. Nope: just $520 worth.
Because $520 is the amount mom had to spend seeking shelter from the storm in Playa del Carmen. The G.M., after listening to the complete picture of how his and his staffs’ irresponsible actions directly affected mom and us in the face of the oncoming cat 5 storm, turned down my request for a credit in this amount to my mom for food and services (gym, internet, massage, etc.) incurred after these morons threw her out onto the street.
He did the open-palms-up-I’m-helpless-here thing… while telling me how the 700 guests who had already checked in got to sleep in their beds! I threatened a plague of locusts or something scary and left. A bit later, he sent up a tiny fruit plate on a silver metal platter with a note: "Sorry for the inconvenience, enjoy the rest of your stay."
I sent the platter back with one of my own:
Dear Mr. Hernandez and Ms. Warnholtz,
Please take back the fruit plate and give us a credit for its value against our bill. We kept the fruit so we would have something to eat.
If either of your mothers are ever in Costa Rica and need help in any emergency, please don’t hesitate to contact me. I will make sure she has shelter from any storm and is as well taken care of as if she were my own mother.
I’m not going to waste another second worrying about it, though. Not till I get home to my plentiful hi-speed internet. I’m typing as fast as I can. The internet here is it NOT $5/hour. It is $4 for 1/2 hour, $7/hour. You pay up front so if you go one minute over 1/2 hour, you pay another $4. Their internet must be more expensive than mine is.
Just for kicks I looked up Mayan Palace Sucks.com. It’s already taken. By Mayan Palace. Looks like they were expecting a little Whoop Ass. Ahhh. That gave me a chuckle. Most of the fun is in the scheming!
Mom loves it here and it is beautiful. We are going to have a lovely time these next few days. Going to Xel-Ha tomorrow, her favorite place. I may not post much till we get home, though. Need money for food.
See you all – pura vida!
Ok. I did not send the platter back with the note. Mom was a) mortified and b) afraid they’d blacklist her. Besides, it wouldn’t do any good. He wouldn’t get it. So…
Mom and I just had a GREAT dinner at a place called Yaxche on the main drag in Playa del Carmen. Dinner for two $60, excellent service, incredible flavors, beautiful restaurant. Perfect. Time for bed. Need sleep for scheming.
Now back in the states, Sally is a Functional Medicine & Nutrition practitioner-in-training, homesteader, chickenista, recovering REALTOR® and bio-hacker. You can find her at Nourishing Liberty. The adventure continues!