Since we were staying in Tampa on Sunday to have dinner with friends, my Sweetie asked for a hotel recommendation near the airport. With our reservation confirmation in hand we tell the cabbie that our destination is the Hyatt Westport on Main. Perhaps his not knowing where it was should have been a tipoff that something wasn’t quite right. We give him the phone number so he can get directions.
When our friends call to firm up plans for dinner, he asks where we want to go for dinner. Since we don’t know Tampa at all, he suggests The Oystercatcher, located within walking distance of our hotel. Then he asks if we are in the main building or the casitas. I laugh and say, “I don’t think that we are in the hotel you suggested.”
“Can you see the airport and the bay?”
“No, I am looking out on a small pool and a parking lot.”
“Is there a restaurant on the top floor?”
“No, a small cafeteria right off the lobby.”
Just like the cabbie he has no idea where our hotel is.
When they pick us up, Loren explains that he googled the Hyatt Westport and this is the one that came up. Our friend laughs and says, “You probably saved $150.00 by not staying at the Hyatt Regency.”
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Due to exhaustion I forgot to post this last night.
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