Crank the Croc
Not the Crocs
THIS is petty theft that’s just too close to the bone.
Took the kids to the beach last weekend (because climate change had well and truly set in) and as we’re packing up to go home we realised some tosser had nicked my kid’s Crocs.
No, it wasn’t an accidental theft.
It was deliberate, malicious and nasty and I was expected to carry the umbrella, 30 towels and a kid because they couldn’t walk on the sand.
I know, they’re Crocs and I shouldn’t have bought them in the first place, but I’d throw the book and the TV at the thief if I ever found them.
Yay, let’s go to the beach… d’oh
Speaking of going for a swim, if there was anyone not on the coast last weekend then I assume they were in their car gridlocked on the Bruce Highway or Nicklin Way while on their way to beach.
What a shemozzle.
Only eight years time and you’ll be able to catch a train to the beach.
Yay.
Short stay pain
I’M shedding a tear this week for all the Air BnB operaters out there.
A new report showed that daily rates were slumping and guests were becoming more picky about pricing and presentation.
“They just don’t get how expensive it is to have to clean the linen after every visit,” one poor landlord bemoaned.
Welcome to running a small hotel, which for sure, can push people over the edge.
Just ask Norman Bates.
All those pesky guests dropping in ALL the time, demanding a service.
I don’t condone stabbing guests to death in the shower though.
Just give them a one-star review. It’s the digital equivalent.
