Seneca, a great Roman philosopher once said, "All those who summon you to themselves, turn you away from your own self."
I approach every Airbnb experience with absolute deference to my guests. I apply the most impeccable manners in delivery of luxurious service.
The proffered description is the absolute opposite of what occurred. Instead, on this rare occasion I had an urgent need as a host, which was prompted by a last- minute-offer for a job interview. I needed my lucky dress shoes.
Over the course of a full day and a half I contacted my most important guest. Every guest is most important while they live among my personal treasures. To me, they are Kings and Queens.
That long day reaching out to King Jordan, I first called, no answer. I text once, then twice, then thrice. No answer.
Hickory Tickory Tock, the mouse ran up the clock. Time to retrieve my lucky shoes diminished.
After contemplating whether to make direct contact with my King, I decided to come to the apartment. After all, It was much like a hotel, certainly a call from housekeeping was reasonable.
I rang the bell twice on my first approach. I walked back to my car feeling anxious about not getting my lucky shoes.
I returned to the door and rang a third time. No response. I toiled about what to do and about the importance of my job interview.
Finally I knocked loudly on the door before opening it and shouting "Hello, hello, hello" no answer. I entered. I whistled a tune as I headed straight to the closet for my lucky dress shoes.
Suddenly, the King emerged from the bedroom suite that is located aaaalllll the waayyy in the back of the grand sized apartment. His eyes were stones that gazed upon me as if to say, "be off with you!"
The pampered King was displeased with this tiny infraction on his peaceful abode. There was no recognition of the servant soul who tailored his imnaculate experience.
From the most humble place I hope our Airbnb community can over look this innocent lapse in my judgement. It was purely incidental to an Airbnb experience. As humans, we make mistakes in judgement. In this instance I made the wrong assumption about my guest's level of reasonableness.
The moral of this story is: to understand another human's position, you have to step into their shoes.
I ask the Airbnb community to have empathy for me. Life goals, such as job interviews are massively important to people. It was only in this context that I misunderstood my guest's level of reason. I hope all future guests, and all members of our community, will have an ounce of empathy for each other. Meanwhile, I pledge to be a servant to each of you as your host. Sincerely, DVD P.S. Please forgive me.