Abel was surprised to find his luggage in the reception lobby when he got to the hotel.
'How rude', he thought to himself.
Did they have a brokenness sensor or something?
How could they have known he could no longer afford even their cheapest room?
"I'm sorry, sir," the receptionist said, seeing the confusion in his face. "A client needed the room, and since you hadn't extended your stay, our website listed it as 'available.'"
Well, if they put it that way, it made some sense.
The nature of such business required one to book a day in advance. And even if they had offered a less satisfactory explanation so what!
what the hell was he getting angry for?
It's not as if he would have renewed the stay anyway.
The worst that he had feared had happened.
"We still have other options available, Would you like to check them out?"
