A guest at the Hyatt had fallen ill and cancelled
a flight. He had recovered, but the airline insisted on a doctor’s note before
allowing him on board.
Determining if someone is healthy enough to fly usually
requires only a few questions, but I do an exam. He delivered a steady patter
as I worked, describing himself as a venture capitalist with an exciting but
stressful life as he prepared for an important meeting in Japan.
As I composed the note, I saw him writing a check
and immediately announced that I accept credit cards.
Apologizing, he told me that it would be a hassle
unless payment came out of the company account. Seeing my hesitation, he added
that he had credit cards and would give me a number in case there were a problem. He pulled one out and
scribbled on my invoice, getting one number wrong. I noticed and made the
correction.
I’ve received a few dozen bad checks but only
rarely after 2000 when I began accepting credit cards.
You can imagine my feeling later as I stood
watching a teller fiddle at his computer…. and fiddle…. and fiddle… and finally
explain that it wasn’t accepting the check.
Naturally, I felt stupid. Single males write almost
all bad checks, and this guest fit the pattern.
Now came the tedious process of trying to recover
the money which occasionally happens. As I expected, the address and phone
number on the check were wrong. Asking the hotel for contact information
sometimes helps, but in this case I learned that it must respect the guest’s
privacy. The credit card was certainly worthless.
But it wasn’t! When I phoned the computer and
entered the numbers, it approved. Some things are hard to explain.