The first guest we’d ever hosted on Airbnb contacted me to ask if his parents, in their 80s, could stay at our apartment while their timber floors are being refinished. These guests were just lovely, so we said yes.
Son came with his parents to check in and Oh. My. Gosh. They were hilariously cranky. First, they couldn’t use the digital door lock to get in. Even though they had chosen their own numbers, they couldn’t enter them correctly, even after careful coaching. When they finally got in after 5 attempts, loudly opining that I should just have a key, they started marching around, visibly skeptical about everything. Peering into the bedroom – “Only one bedroom?” “Yes, sir, just one bedroom, as advertised.” “Hmm. No TV?” “The TV is on the bedroom wall, sir.” “Hmm.” Son muttered to me under his breath, “Don’t worry, Dad is a chronic complainer. He’ll settle in and be fine.” Parents had brought their own pillows and crocheted throws and immediately distributed these around the apartment. It looked like a different apartment in just 5 minutes.
Then I tried to explain how some things worked, and they just stared at me looking blank/confused. I really couldn’t tell if they were absorbing anything I said or ruminating over the fact that there was only one bedroom and no physical key. The parents kept speaking to their son in Greek, and son kept insistently responding in English (for my sake), and after a while of this, he says to his father, very patiently, “Okay Dad, I’m going to go downstairs and pay Lisa and then when I come back up we can discuss all the things that I forgot.” LOL.
I am just SO GLAD that it’s the son who booked, because if this older couple were our official guests? I’m pretty sure they would TANK our rating. (If they could even figure out how to rate me.). And since son is effectively managing their stay, I don’t have to deal with their questions about how everything works. Never thought I’d say this, but in this case, a third party booking is a huge relief.