It's not often that I get to recycle a picture for my blog, but when the opportunity arises, it only makes sense.
As stated in my previous blog, I've traveled from my home in sweet Saskatoon, to the bowels of Hell, aka Regina, for the bittersweet weekend among friends, to commemorate and celebrate the memory of our friend and family member, Darcy.
The last few years, we've stayed at a hotel on the northern end of the city, but this year we've moved to a new spot. I'm not certain when this establishment was built, but the rooms are nicer, bigger and way cleaner. To put it plainly, I'm not afraid to sit on the bed spreads while wearing shorts. The rooms all, from what I've seen thus far, are all generic with practically the same artwork on every wall, but over all, I believe this experience will be for the best.
The location is superb, seated just off a main drag. There's a decent speckling of restaurants and fast food joints all around, unlike the other place that had a Burger Baron across the street and a Tim Horton's about a block south. The Burger Baron's food is so sub-par to what should be considered edible, and the walk to the Timmy Ho's is not for the faint of heart.
I got to visit the Carl's Jr, down the street from this Days Inn and though it fell short of my experience when I visited the one in Kelowna, British Columbia, the food was still okay. The only downside to that visit was the bearded toilet and the creepy albino dude who lurked behind the corner of my booth, readily available to jump out and inquire about my meal. He asked three frickin' times.
The hotel, costs about the same per night as the previous one did, only this one seems to have a plethora of hidden fees that the other never seemed to have, or at least hid better than this one does. The room is $128 per night, which by my math, comes out to about $256. I'm being charged just under $300. When asked about the extra charges, the quirky fellow behind the desk proudly answered, "Taxes and other fees."
Taxes, I understand. We can't get away from that, unfortunately. No matter what a person does or buys, the government needs to have their hand out for their share, too. It was the "fees" that sparked my interest. "What sort of fees?" I asked.
As stated in my previous blog, I've traveled from my home in sweet Saskatoon, to the bowels of Hell, aka Regina, for the bittersweet weekend among friends, to commemorate and celebrate the memory of our friend and family member, Darcy.
The last few years, we've stayed at a hotel on the northern end of the city, but this year we've moved to a new spot. I'm not certain when this establishment was built, but the rooms are nicer, bigger and way cleaner. To put it plainly, I'm not afraid to sit on the bed spreads while wearing shorts. The rooms all, from what I've seen thus far, are all generic with practically the same artwork on every wall, but over all, I believe this experience will be for the best.
The location is superb, seated just off a main drag. There's a decent speckling of restaurants and fast food joints all around, unlike the other place that had a Burger Baron across the street and a Tim Horton's about a block south. The Burger Baron's food is so sub-par to what should be considered edible, and the walk to the Timmy Ho's is not for the faint of heart.
I got to visit the Carl's Jr, down the street from this Days Inn and though it fell short of my experience when I visited the one in Kelowna, British Columbia, the food was still okay. The only downside to that visit was the bearded toilet and the creepy albino dude who lurked behind the corner of my booth, readily available to jump out and inquire about my meal. He asked three frickin' times.
The hotel, costs about the same per night as the previous one did, only this one seems to have a plethora of hidden fees that the other never seemed to have, or at least hid better than this one does. The room is $128 per night, which by my math, comes out to about $256. I'm being charged just under $300. When asked about the extra charges, the quirky fellow behind the desk proudly answered, "Taxes and other fees."
Taxes, I understand. We can't get away from that, unfortunately. No matter what a person does or buys, the government needs to have their hand out for their share, too. It was the "fees" that sparked my interest. "What sort of fees?" I asked.
"Well," he explained, "There's the destination fee."
"Destination fee?" I asked, "What's a destination fee?"
"Destination fee?" I asked, "What's a destination fee?"
"Regina charges visitors a fee for coming to the city." he said.
I found this reasoning, absurd. "The city charges people to visit their city? That's ridiculous." I said.
I found this reasoning, absurd. "The city charges people to visit their city? That's ridiculous." I said.
That sounds as stupid as the conversation with the bank last week, who told me that the bank charges it's customers a fee for banking with them. Now this city charges people a fee for the "privilege" of visiting their city? That doesn't make any sense.
"It's to help pay for events like the Exhibition (fair) or Agribition (agricultural exhibition)." he explained, without so much as agreeing that the premise seemed deceitful or devious and no matter how much prodding I made, he wouldn't budge and admit that it was stupid.
I look at situations like this and wonder where I fell short, unable to think up a helpful service that people require then charging them a f**king fee for being so helpful. I couldn't do such a thing, though. As much of a scoundrel as I can be at times, I can't be a complete asshole. I wanna be an asshole, but I can't bring myself to it. Regina, on the other hand, in addition to being a giant toilet, is proving itself to be every bit the asshole I've always suspected it to be.
"It's to help pay for events like the Exhibition (fair) or Agribition (agricultural exhibition)." he explained, without so much as agreeing that the premise seemed deceitful or devious and no matter how much prodding I made, he wouldn't budge and admit that it was stupid.
I look at situations like this and wonder where I fell short, unable to think up a helpful service that people require then charging them a f**king fee for being so helpful. I couldn't do such a thing, though. As much of a scoundrel as I can be at times, I can't be a complete asshole. I wanna be an asshole, but I can't bring myself to it. Regina, on the other hand, in addition to being a giant toilet, is proving itself to be every bit the asshole I've always suspected it to be.
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