I’ve found, like others, that my most difficult to please guests are middle aged Americans. I am, by the way, a middle aged American myself.
Current guests are a middle aged woman and her college aged daughter. I went down to greet them this morning, with my typical and sunny, “Good Morning! Did you sleep well?” The reply was, “Hmmm, well, I always sleep with a ceiling fan. There isn’t one in the room, so that was, um, difficult.” Comments like this tend to leave me speechless, as it seems the only thing I could say is, “Oh! I’m so sorry for that obvious oversight! I’ll be sure to get one installed this morning!”
I really am not sure why people like this choose an Airbnb room. I’m fairly certain this woman has means, because of the 40K late model SUV she parked in my driveway, and the fact that she’s here to help her daughter through orientation at our expensive and exclusive nearby university. She could afford a hotel. Oh, wait. The majority of those don’t have ceiling fans either.