Anyone who has the courage to venture into the comments section of my blog knows by now that I have been blogging from a hotel for the past three weeks in preparation for a relocation from Connecticut to Illinois. Today I literally stumbled upon (ok I didn’t stumble, but I did walk upon) something that kinda got under my skin.
I walked out of the hotel elevator and noticed for the first time a small rug emblazoned with the phrase “we love having you here.” My heart swelled from the appreciation. I thought to myself “what a nice sentiment.” Then I made the mistake of taking a closer look at the rug. The phrase was followed by ™. Excuse me? You need to trademark that you love having me here? What are you afraid of, that someone else might tell me they love having me there? Do I now need to amend your message to say “we love having you here but if you tell anyone else that you love having them here we will sue your pants off”?
Needless to say that tiny trademark symbol drained any possible sincerity right out of that message and just reminded me that my hotel is part of a huge artificial corporate machine that cares about me only to the extent that I keep coming back and giving them more of my money.
I think when I check out on Saturday I’m going to hand the nice lady at the front desk a sheet of paper with the following message on it:
I am so happy to be getting the hell out of this hotel and going home. ™
Photo by Trixie Lawson