​​​​​​Because humor is funnier when you know it's true.

Showdown at the b&b (continued)

We got to our room, with its dated motel décor, unpacked our bags, and turned in so that we could hit the trails early in the morning. On Saturday, we went to the office for our breakfast.  We grabbed an available table, and waited for our server.  And who would that be?  Why it was Hans of course, with his very chilly disposition.  I asked him what our meal options were, and he said there was one – French toast with bacon, and juice.  We said okay, and off he went to fetch our meals.  He returned with plates, each containing two small slices of French toast, made with thin-sliced diet bread, and which were accompanied by two strips of bacon.  Guess we’d be hitting our trail mix pretty hard to make up for this caloric shortfall.

We finished our breakfast and started to get up to leave, when Hans told us that would be $8 each. “Wait, what?” I said.  Now I was starting to get angry.  I asked what we had paid for when we booked our room, as every bed and breakfast at which we had ever stayed, included the breakfast.  Hans said, “Not here."

And so I paid for our meals, but chose not to leave a tip, as 1) I was pissed, and 2) Hans was the proprietor and shouldn’t receive a bonus for this deception.  Our bad attitudes grew.

We managed to have a good day out on the trails, and stopped for pizza on the way back.  As we arrived back at our room, Hans happened to be walking by.  Now referring to me by my last name only, he asked if we ‘enjoyed’ our skiing, in a tone that was clearly sarcastic.  The Big Chill was still on.