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As the choice of 3 lift doors in the
‘15 minutes earlier….’
I approach the reception desk at the city
But…..I now give my company name in case (and I know it will have done) the hotel computer has read the second line of my booking and not the first and hey presto…..my booking is found. A piece of A4 is slid in my direction and I am asked to add my nationality (I’m in Basingstoke, so not overly important) and my car registration number (n/a) (I put that once and the receptionist said “oh a personalised number plate – how nice”) and I sign the form. Next, I am asked if I would like to pre-authorise a credit card so that I can charge items to my room. I can’t help myself (I always do this…) and ask how much the pre-auth will be for? I am told £50.00. I tell my new nemesis that I will drink that in Pinot tonight, so do I have to come back tomorrow to pre-pay again? At this stage, the business-suited hotel rep has got my measure and politely says “no”.
My keycard is eventually in my grasp and I am indeed pointed in the direction of the lifts, one of which I am destined to descend in again much quicker than I should be.
The lift doors slide open to indicate my arrival at ‘G’. I walk over to the reception desk, wait 8 minutes due to understaffing, request my keycard be ‘re-cut’ as it doesn’t work, go back up in the lift to ‘4’ and hope that this is not a remake of Groundhog Day.