Well just now I was waiting for my guests. A couple from Albuquerque —let’s call them Donald and Stormy. Sure enough right at 4, I see them parking and coming to the house. I greet them with my usual spiel and we have a nice chat for about 40 minutes. I am expecting a Dan, so when he says Don, I don’t think much of it. They tell me they are here looking at real estate, blah blah blah blah…and want to see what my area is like, blah blah, but it’s not got the same taxes as Arizona, blah blah, and I’m thinking, but aren’t you guys from Albuquerque? But don’t ask… they love the place and say they are going to get their luggage and finish checking in. I collect their tax… I say, just let me know if you have questions and have a great time!
I go upstairs to pour a much needed beer… when he comes back up. I jump up, wondering what is wrong! He says… are you the blah blah apartment? And shows me the neighbor’s place across the street!!! That is where he is booked!!! To be fair to the guest, the wrong address, which the neighbor has, is on his phone app.
Can you believe it? I quickly went back to my apartment and cleaned the toilet again since she used it and straightened the bedding. We had a good laugh and they went to the right Airbnb. Can you imagine if my real guests had shown up while the imposter guests were moving in?
And I was thinking the million dollar question. Did they wish they got to stay in my place? Or do they like the other place better???
My real guests are still not here.