The Official Douche Bag Travel Guide of Chad Barrington

Travel Tip #4: Complain

     A few moments after they left, Frankie Senior and Doris returned to the table and continued to speak with Chad while breaking bread. Frankie Junior sat there and watched in amazement as Chad was able to weave a web of lies that basically proved to him beyond a reasonable doubt that he could be a lawyer, and a rather good one at that. Chad revealed more Intel that he got from Stephen the night before one sliver at a time so it wouldn't overwhelm the young kid's parents, but by the time breakfast was over they were all the best friends Chad made them out to be. It wasn't a hard sell, as Chad was very close in age to the boy's parents and it helped them get along a lot more than the attorney had assumed it would.

     "So how are you finding the resort?" Chad asked Doris, "Is this not a slice of heaven as it was advertised?"

     Upon asking that Doris seemed to become uncharacteristically quiet, something that Chad seemed to notice almost immediately.

     "Doris," Frankie Senior said, taking her hand. "Don't let that bother you."

     "Let what bother you?" Chad asked, curious about it.

     "There was a bug in my bed," Doris answered.

     "A bed bug?" Chad assumed.

     "No, I don't think so." Doris replied, "Just a bug that happened to be in my bed. It bit my leg!"

     Chad looked down at her leg, "I was wondering why you were wearing pants in this kind of heat. I had no idea. Are you alright?"

     "I'll be fine," Doris answered, trying to act tough. "It's a little itchy but will be fine as long as I don't scratch it."

     "That's awful!" Chad said, trying to look sympathetic. "Did you notify the front desk about this?"

     "We tried," Frankie Senior explained, "But they just brushed us off."

     "That's outrageous!" Chad said, as he stood up, "Let's go the front desk and speak with them about it."

     "Right now?" Doris asked.

     "Are you sure?" Frankie Senior also asked, "What good will talking to them do this time around?"

     "This time," Chad started, said as he picked up the business card that he had shown to Frankie Junior. "You won't be doing to talking. Come with me."

     Doris seemed surprised as she remembered what Chad did for a living and grabbed her purse, eager to follow him out. They all walked up to the front desk and waited in line for a few moments before finally getting to speak with someone.

     "Hi there," Chad started, "I'd like to speak with your manager."

     "Can I help you with something?" the young woman at the desk offered, hoping that the manager didn't have to be disturbed.

     "I'm afraid not," Chad answered, "Don't take this personally, but we need to speak with your manager about something that happened here that is rather upsetting. It would be best if you fetched him immediately."

     "And you are?" she asked.

     "Chad Barrington," Chad replied as he placed the business card onto the front desk. "And tell him that this client is very unsatisfied."

     The young lady took the card and read it, and upon realizing the man's profession she looked back up. "I'll go get him right now."

     It took only five minutes for the young lady to return with a man that was wearing a rather nice suit, which gave Chad the impression he was the manager.