Knickers in a Knot
* a quaint britishism
Lynn decided that WE needed to go to Chicago for MY birthday…you understand, shopping, the Art Institute, elegant dinner at a 4♦ restaurant, a stay at the historic Knickerbocker Hotel, which we were assured is LGBT friendly, yet maintains a no pets policy. Transvestites are o.k., ear mites are not.
Convincing birthday boy that the outing was not a violation of our agreed upon, “no gifts, thank you” policy. Rather, an experience, a memory to cherish forever (or noon a week from Tuesday, whichever comes first).
We shopped at two stores, The Disney and The American Girl, commercial shrines to the pre-teen and younger set. Employees with Mickey Mouse ears failed to control the enthusiasm of hundreds of little snots in need of ADHD meds and kleenex. We’ve come a long way since Lionel trains, Lincoln Logs, and Daisy BB guns. Nothing, in either store, made in the US of A…100% China.
The prized, memorable moment; upon checking in, the desk clerk (a recent grad majoring in leisure and entertainment, University of the Painful Truth) proclaimed, ‘sir, you’re all checked in, room #1130, and parking, only $42′.
I remarked that was much more reasonable than I had expected, really, only $42 for the room.
“sir, the room charge will be applied to your Visa card, the $42 is for overnight parking only, and must be paid in cash”
Days later, an e-mail request from
requesting a first-person, customer review, so the following was submitted;
Millennium Knickerbocker, Chicago
Superb location, the ‘Knick’ has a definite European appeal. The restoration, replicating the ambient charm of 1927, was no-expense-spared and all first class. Yes, yes, the elevators are small & intimate, however, the on-board women all smell fresh and alluring, and they look as good as they smell. Why would you want an elevator with a two ton load limit ? Carrying a dozen, plus-size, weightwatcher rejects on a shopping frenzy does not convey holiday intimacy, even if you take a freight elevator.
The rooms are comfortable, very clean, with all the amenities you might expect, but rarely use. My wife and I, both in our mid-70s, did not avail ourselves of the bathtub gin in the fridge or the pay-to-play adult movies. But we thought about it. That, and sex in the tub……
The stay was delightful and the Knickerbocker will remain our first choice. And look, I think most of the women on the lift were women. It’s not like I did a TSA pat down to check. Or requested a DNA sample, photo ID, and the last four digits of their social security number.
24 hours later and this automated reply:
Your hotel review needs revision! Oops! Looks like we need you to revise your review before we can post it on our website.
Having submitted a descriptive and honest portrayal of our hotel ‘experience’, it apparently did not meet the Expedia standard of suitability. I reviewed the rules/guidelines but failed to perceive where I’d gone astray.
My final word for your website police: WYSIWYG, What You See Is What You Get. I’m elderly, approaching 80 y/o, retired, and adhere to the 1st year med student mantra..’do the patient no harm’. If you deem the submission (as it appeared above) as harmful, why not employ a niceness editor to eradicate wrongdoing? Kind regards to all the staff at Expedia. Enjoy the upcoming holiday season, the winter wonderland, the serenity evoked by the baby Jesus, and quiet reflection on the Constitution’s 1st amendment. And may all your knockers be in a knit.
Boy, I can’t wait for Christmas.