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I rated a guest really low on stars for Commuication because, frankly, he was a complete tool. But in my write up I accented the positive (and there were positives, he was really clean and quite) with a couple of carefully worded comments only Airbnb hosts would pick up on. The guy wrote an all five star review.
I know what the term means but I donāt know what it means, if you know what I mean.
The complaint seems to be related to the personality of the guest. They donāt communicate or arenāt friendly, or what. Maybe the guest is hard of hearing or has a speech impediment or a language processing disorder that makes ācommunicationā tiresome.
He was just the oddest guy and he had plenty of complaints during his stay, but he gave us all five stars and wrote (cut and paste):
āwell been traveling costa rica and central america 25 years, generally at decent accommodations, has been 3 or 4 that where of great value, jaco, manuel antonio and hereā
His ādo you have recommendations for this host?ā field read:
Thatās pretty funny. Iāve got a feeling Iāve heard it before. The tune sounds familiar.
Though as dating advice goes, itās extremely inaccurate. Iāve never met a woman who gave a toss about poetry. But maybe I was looking in the wrong places. And maybe it was different on Porterās time. Actually, it used to be a cultural trope in the West not that long ago. Authors as different as Jane Austen and Wodehouse give lip service to the notion. So maybe it was a thing, once upon a time.
When I was in middle school, I had a crush on the handsome ānew kidā in my class.
One day, he came and sat down across from me in the cafeteria, pulled out a folded paper and proceeded to read a poem he wrote about meā¦all romantic stuff. My friends were within listening distance.
I was beyond mortified and never liked him after that.
I was out and about today and came home at 3.00pm after the school run. My guest meets me in the hall to tell he could not use the computer, and needs access to one. He brings me to the guest sitting room and I thought I would see a laptop, but he was pointing to our TV, Then he says, how to I switch on your computer. I could hear my children snigger in the kitchen. The remote control and lack of keyboard, meant nothing, I wonder how long he was trying to switch it on, poor man.