Ok, then there was this.
I did some work in my hotel room last night and jogged a few miles on the treadmill. I’m trying to be at least somewhat healthy this spring. Around 8 p.m., I wanted something light for dinner but had run out of food.
My hotel has a little store in the lobby, so I checked it out. Picked out a Power Bar and a single serving of pasta I could heat up in the microwave. Go to the desk and it was $7.89.
“Um, $7.89. Really?” I asked.
“Yes, $7.89,” the now-annoyed clerk said.
“Can I put it back?” I asked.
“I already rang it up,” she said.
“I have to put it back,” I said before sneaking out like Charlie Cheapskate. I had two granola bars and an apple for dinner and called it a night. Better than the pasta anyway.
The paper pays for my food and I could have easily expensed the $7.89. But at some point you can’t let hotels put that much of a beating on you.