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She made me read it, looking over my shoulder and hissing between her teeth every time we reached a part that particularly made her blood boil. "What do you make of that?" she asked when we were done.
It's balderdash. That's my opinion. A bit of shock schlock. Internet meme grandstanding. Chum cast out to attract the search engines that half digest the stuff on the web before they spit it out again for you to find. It's poppycock. Mirriam-Webster Dictionary gives a Dutch origin for that word. I always think of it back to its Latin roots when I say it, but this is a family blog so Mirriam-Webster will do just fine.
Here's my opinion: real innkeepers did not write that article. If they did, then they aren't real innkeepers. Does this lift the veil on B&Bs? No. It's pure poppycock.
I'm comfortable that Frau Schmitt and Tammie the Housekeeper will allow me to speak for all three of us. We are not happy when our guests leave. We do not do a happy dance. We do not lie to our guests, nor do we assume our guests are lying to us. How is that any way to live? How is that any way to conduct business? Being an innkeeper enriches one's soul, it doesn't kill it. Whoever wrote that article appears to be dead, or at least hollow, inside. It isn't a funny article. It's very sad.
We do not carry concealed weapons. We don't know anyone who does. When someone makes a reservation, we do not look them up on the internet, research their Facebook accounts, or even give them a moment's thought until the week before they are about to arrive. Then, we write to them to make sure they don't have any questions or special needs for their upcoming stay. We verify their arrival time to make sure we'll be here when they are.
Hospitality is not a game. It is a profession. We certainly don't judge anyone. We are honored when someone chooses our inn as the headquarters for their time in New Orleans. We are ambassadors for our fair city and our mission is to make sure our guests leave with good memories. There can't be anything phony about that.
Anyone is free to believe the Yahoo article. That will say more about the person who believes it than it does about B&B owners in general. I can't say I take offense. It's so patently false and so far removed from our reality that, frankly, it doesn't make sense. It isn't journalism or an exposé. It's poppycock, pure and simple.
I can't even say shame on Yahoo for printing something like this. They are an internet company that is losing its relevance. If it weren't for the Yahoo's big stake in Chinese company Alibaba, what would their stock be worth? It's gone up ten points the past month. I wish Marissa Mayer luck, but, like most people, I think, I don't give Yahoo much thought. If this article was a way to get my attention, it worked. It worked for as long as it took for me to calm Tammie the Housekeeper down and to write this blog post. Then I had enough time to think, "What was Tammie doing on Yahoo, anyway?" If this is an example of the quality content I can find on Yahoo, well, I'm not only speechless, I'm inclined to read elsewhere.
And now, for the love of Pete, Tammie the Housekeeper is tugging at my sleeve to show me a follow-up article. It's even more titillatingly egregious than the first. Who cares? Noise in a vacuum. The less said about this nonsense the better. If the author(s) can make a living out of spinning this hooey into a career, maybe a book deal, at least, more power to them. None of what they describe has any resemblance to how Frau Schmitt or I spend our days or conduct our business. That goes double for Tammie the Housekeeper.
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