This is one of those posts where I just have to hope my in-laws don’t read my blog.
I got a call last night from Tim. He had booked a room at the Radisson for the night before they leave the state. This was news to me — not just the rather overpriced venue but the need for a hotel at all.
Last I heard, the neighbor was going to drive everyone to the airport the day of the flight. They would wake up, pack the beds into the storage container and then go to Sea-Tac.
But Southwest has limited options when you’re bringing pets on board. Tim’s parents chose a 9:30 a.m. flight — the closest one to his 4 p.m. ticket. That means that they have to leave no later than 7:30 a.m. for the airport, which means no ride from the neighbor.
So they decided to get a hotel the night before. And they chose the Radisson, according to Nadine, because they knew it allowed pets. She said a lot of the hotels in that area used to be pet friendly but weren’t anymore.
As she said this, I had already pulled up Hotels.com and was looking at a list of pet-friendly hotels in the airport area. It was not short.
Another defense (offered by Tim) was that they needed food on-site because of Nadine’s mobility issues. He used this to veto the Super 8 I had found for $47. So I told him the La Quinta had a Denny’s literally next door, and it was $67 a night. That’s about what they’d pay for 3 people to take the Super Shuttle to the airport.
He vetoed that because it was two stars. I pointed out that a) it was just for the night and b) I’d stayed there twice. It was perfectly fine.
Next was that they needed a ride to the airport, which Radisson had. This about the point where I lost whatever cool I had (it wasn’t much, admittedly) and snapped that the La Quinta had a 24-hour shuttle. Most of the airport hotels did.
When I spoke to Nadine, I voiced concern about how much they could afford a restaurant in a $130 a night hotel anyway. She hadn’t seemed to think of that, but she assured me there were restaurants really close by. In fact, there was a Denny’s very close.
I waited for my eye to start twitching. (It didn’t.) Yes, I told her, I know that Denny’s. It’s right by the La Quinta I was suggesting. The one that’s half what you’re paying, I thought.
When Tim agreed to cancel the reservation, his parents said they’d put it on their card. I’m rather unclear where that’s supposed to be coming from. That would have paid for one of their Southwest tickets, for example. Which we put on our credit card, along with the storage pods.
In the end, they agreed to let me find them something a little cheaper.
I’m not trying to be petty, but doesn’t this all seem a tad ludicrous? They’re leaving the state of Washington because they’re living below the poverty line — which, if you’ve looked at it recently, is no mean feat. They have no money. They will have to declare bankruptcy. But rather than do any research, they just book a $130 a night hotel.
And, of course, on a personal level, I’m extremely frustrated. Tim and I have spent the last six or so months scrambling. We’re buying a house a year before we planned to. We’ve had to deal with so many issues: not just getting the loan, but getting the necessary repairs done within budget and also dealing with the contractors, which has consumed the last two or three weeks of my life. Not to mention the physical toll the move took on me. Plus how much we’ll be doing ourselves to renovate the house in the next few months.
All this maneuvering and they decide it’s not a big deal to just choose a hotel at random rather than research their options. Or ask me. Or ask me to research their options.
As a nice end to this story, Nadine called back after less than five minutes. Apparently, their reservation was non-refundable.