Tammy and I were each driving our cars cross-country this week from Las Vegas to Fort Wayne, Indiana. I was in my car, and she was driving our SUV while pulling a small U-Haul trailer. Our older dog, Lucy, was in the car with me, and our puppy, Chloe, was Tam’s traveling companion. After a long day crossing I-40, we pulled off in Amarillo, Texas, to use some Hilton Honors points and stay at the Hampton Inn West just off the highway.
As it was difficult in the busy parking lot to find a space big enough for the SUV and trailer, the front desk clerk said that since I was a Diamond-level Hilton Honors guest, we could pull the combination into the two spots reserved for Diamonds on the side of the building. We dragged our luggage from both vehicles. Tam went to park her SUV and trailer as directed. I loaded our baggage on a cart, threw it into our room, and then returned to help her get both dogs out for a potty break, after which I’d park my car as she headed up to our hotel room.
I opened the door to the room, quickly got the luggage inside, and hurriedly returned to help my wife. The dogs finished their business, and Tammy headed to our room with them as I circled the lot, looking for a place to park my car.
As I re-entered the Hampton Inn, Tammy texted me a picture as she was calling me. Opening the closet, she found men’s dirty underwear and socks. I noted the TV was on when I opened the door to pitch the luggage in. I immediately became afraid that a person was still occupying the room and would return to find someone he would perceive as an intruder. I told her to exit the room immediately and wait for me to get up there to get our luggage.
As I told the front desk clerk what had happened, she said it “was impossible.” I asked her why I would make something like that up. Then I showed her the picture. She told me, “If your wife entered the room with those dogs, my manager says I can’t give you another room.”
I was incredulous. Would she even imagine we would stay in a room that had obviously not been properly cleaned—and perhaps had not been vacated? I might not have been as kind as I was previously, but I told her in no uncertain terms that we were getting another room. She made me wait as she texted her manager, who, after several minutes of leadership contemplation, told her to give us a different room.
I get Tammy and the dogs in the new room, go back up, reload the luggage, and move it down two floors to our new location.
Finally, at about 11 PM, we drift off to sleep. Until 1 AM when the phone in our room rings.
This time, the overnight clerk at the front desk ordered that I must move our SUV and trailer immediately or risk being towed away. I informed her that I parked where the last desk clerk told me to — and a bit coldly asked why she would call a guest at 1 AM anyway.
“My manager has made it clear that only Diamonds can park their cars in those spots.” I responded that I was a Diamond. “Yes, but you also parked a trailer in the other spot, and that’s against what my manager told me was permissible. If it’s not moved, it will be towed.”
So, I get up, get dressed, and head out into about 35 degrees and spitting snowfall. I asked the clerk to show me where to park so I wouldn’t be towed. She points to an empty space in another hotel’s parking lot. “You can park there—they don’t mind.”
“How will I know,” I ask, “that THEY won’t have me towed because I’m not a guest there?”
“They won’t care. It’s fine.”
Tired and upset, I park the SUV and trailer where she points — and move my car into one of the Diamond spots. I return to the room a little after 1:30 AM, adrenaline pumping because I’m so mad and frustrated. It takes me at least 90 more minutes to finally fall asleep.
As we check out about three hours later — exhausted and with a day’s drive ahead — the same overnight clerk tells me that three other cars — two with trailers — were towed away after I moved mine. (Which was, fortunately, just fine where I had parked it in the other hotel’s lot.) She presented the bill for the night at the hotel. (Even though we were using points for the stay, we were charged $95 for having two dogs with us.) I told her I wanted to have a few words with the manager.
She said, “After I told the manager about all the upset guests from the towing and everything, he told me he was sick and wouldn’t be in this morning.”
As we drove away, I realized that even though I was angry with those two clerks for obviously egregious behavior towards customers, the blame should rest on the missing manager. Both clerks were more concerned with upsetting the manager than their customers. Apparently, they were afraid of managerial reprisals for any deviance from “the policy” — even if their efforts were to ensure that the guests at the property were taken care of in the manner that the hotel promised in their marketing and branding efforts.
- How about you and your team?
- Would they be afraid that making it easier for the customer (like where a guest can park or moving someone from a dirty room) isn’t the priority and would cause them to be on the receiving end of managerial reprimands?
- Have you trained them on the Ultimate Customer Experience®?
These desk clerks knew one thing: there would be hell to pay if they did something outside the lines of precisely what their manager had told them.
Keeping guests in a dirty room or towing their cars away in a strange city was acceptable as long as it fits within what the manager had outlined.
That’s bad management. Of course, you already knew that by how the manager hung his employees out to dry by calling in sick after being told there were upset customers wanting his attention.
One final thing: I called the Hilton “Customer Cares” line the following day while driving to tell them about my horrible experience. A woman I could barely understand — as her English obviously was not yet fluent — told me she could put my points back into my account.
I replied that I also wanted a refund of the $95 because I didn’t want that property to have a cent of my money — and that they had failed on the aspect that’s the bare minimum of what a hotel guest has a right to expect: a decent night’s sleep.
She told me that was beyond what her manager would let her do, and she’d have to escalate my case. I said I would like to speak to a supervisor. She replied that it was impossible — just check my account in 48 hours, and I would know what they had decided.
I hung up and just shook my head as I proceeded down the Interstate. If that’s how they treat their best customers as a Diamond Hilton Honors member — how do they take care of (or not) their occasional guests?
And why should I choose a Hilton brand in the future as opposed to another? (They might save the $95 — and lose thousands in future business. We will see…)
