^ In stark contrast to a hotel I stayed at whilst travelling about on my bike.
Country town. I walked into a pub, requesting a room for the night. "No problems - take your pick!" Gave my name (but no ID or other details). Offered to pay upfront - "Don't worry about that Love, we'll fix it up tomorrow." Good-o, then. Wandered up the stairs, where all doors were open, and all keys in doors. Picked the nicest room, went back down to the bike to grab my gear. On the way back through, mentioned I was in room 10 to the barperson. "Oh, that's a good room! You'll like that one."
So, the next morning, I headed down to fix up the bill around 10am. One very bleary looking older bloke cleaning up after what had obviously been a big night. Explained I was checking out, and wanted to pay for room no. 10, one person, one night.
Him: "Oh!" Blank look ensued. "I don't know what to charge you, and the boss is still drunk! We had a pretty big one last night."
Me: "Well is there a book with prices anywhere, or someone you could ask?"
Him: "Nah, don't worry about it mate. Just ring the boss later send us a cheque in the mail when you get home."
Me: "Are you sure? There's no-one else you can check with?"
Him: "Nah, mate - she'll be right!"
So I did. Phoned through when I got home, explained the circumstances. The "Boss" seemed mildly surprised that I'd worried about it! "Well, if you really want to you can send us a cheque through. Call it thrity bucks, and that'll do. We'll see you next time you come through - come and have a drink with us!"