Isn't there a saying that goes something on the order of "be careful of who you look down on because tomorrow you may be kissing their a--".
We've been looked down on because we vacation on motorcycles. Each cost over $20 K but most people don't know that.
We were heading south on vacation after work one day and ran into a horrible thunderstorm. We pulled into a restaurant and stood under the awning to drip dry before going inside - we were drowned rats. A waitress came out and told us to move along - they didn't cater to our kind of people. OK. As we turned to leave, the cook came out with towels and told us to come on in. After ordering from the same waitress, we heard the cook telling her that our bikes cost more than her house and he expected her to treat all his customers the same. Yep - he was the owner. We were told our meal was on the house because of the way we treated. We told him that his attitude was more than enough to make up for it and left our regular tip also.
I was raised to treat everyone the same. We all share the same problems and goals so why be unpleasant or hard on people because you "think" they're not in your league? Makes no sense to me.
Great story, Phoebelion!
Yes, it was hit or miss with us when we were on the bike. Some treated us with fear (only Hells Angels ride bikes!) some said there was no room at the inn, and others gawked at the bike and wanted to hear all our stories . . . this particular month-long trip was a graduation gift for LDH, he just received his MBA. We both had great jobs.
About half-way through the trip we reached San Antonio, were planning on a two night stay and were ready to splurge on an upscale hotel with amenities (pool, hot tub, room service) and walking distance to the river walk and Alamo . . . you know, pricey.
We pulled up to the front door, I got off the bike (usual mode, LDH waited with the bike while I went in to get a room), looked at LDH and said "They're never going to let us in. Look at me! (no make-up, worn jeans, tank top, wind-blown, sun soaked and felt oh.so.tattered) Look at them
! (other patrons who were dressed to the nines)" LDH said "Never know until you try."
So I walked up to the front door. Doorman stood stoically with his hands behind his back and didn't give me a glance. I straightened my shoulders, stood up tall, chin up, gracious smile on my face and opened my own dingdangity door.
Went straight to the check-in counter:
Clerk (excellent attitude right off the bat): How may I help you today?
Me: I'm sorry, we don't have reservations but I was wondering if you have a room available for at least two nights and I'd very much appreciate a space in your parking garage.
Clerk: Let me look into that. (moved to his computer) How long have you been on the road?
Me: About two weeks now.
Clerk (wow, nice trip? general chit-chat): And where is your bike now?
Me: My husband is waiting out front.
Clerk (working between computer and phone): Okay. I think I have you set. Xroom with jacuzzi bath. I'm only charging you for the standard room and if you need more than two nights please let me know by Xtime tomorrow. Tell your husband to pull up to the parking garage office, they have a space next to the office for your bike. It will be watched. Bell hop will be waiting at the garage door for your luggage.
): Thank you very much!
That was the best service I ever received while I was in my very worst attire. Quite frankly? I was extremely surprised.