Man I just got off the phone with some really assy bed and breakfast place in Seattle. Here is our conversation:
Me: So you have rooms Fri and Sat?
Seattle Hill House: Yes!
Me: Anything on the first floor? I'm looking at your web site...
Hill House: Why? Is it for an elderly person? We do have a first floor room.
Me: Oh, great. I can do stairs, I just want to minimize them and don't want to be on the 3rd floor or anything.
Hill House: What do you mean you can do stairs? You have to understand this is a VICTORIAN HOUSE. There are stairs to get into the front door.
Me: Yes, I can see that, I'm looking at the photos of your house on the web site.
Hill House: So, you have to understand, there are stairs to get into the house, it's a Victorian house. We have stairs.
Me: Yes... I can see the stairs and the front of the house, in the photo. The one on your web site, that I'm looking at. So what are the room rates?
Hill House: We're not some L-shaped rambler! We're a Victorian house and any B&B in this area of town is going to have STAIRS TO GET INTO THE HOUSE, and, in the house, there are also stairs.
Me: I said, I can SEE THAT. I am CRIPPLED, not BRAIN DAMAGED.
Hill House: ....
Hill House: Well I didn't meant to imply...
Hill House: So you understand, we have stairs?
Hill House: Well then you can see we are probably not the right place for you.
*heads off merrily to blog it and to review them on Yelp*