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“We come here to go to shows, spend money at the restaurants, spend a lot on rooms and at the tables, and tip well. This feels like extortion.” They “used” to like coming to Vegas.
We – the locals – were spared having to pay the fees until December 29, when, according to the thought processes of the MGM Illuminati, locals would pay, too, therefore increasing their revenues by – get this! – millions. Hahahaha! Delusional!
I, for one, went from "annoyed" to pissed. I don't know who did the editing/abridging, but I'd bet my firstborn that it wasn't Rex Pickett. Sorry, Zach! That was figurative.
My recommendation? There are lots of other properties in town that don't charge for parking because they already know and appreciate that you're supporting their businesses by paying for rooms, gaming, shows, events, food, shopping, and more. MGM just wants a pound more flesh.
By making a last grasp into the pockets of those who keep them in business, they have shown that the customer experience is secondary to their gluttony.
Don't get me wrong; my day-to-day interactions with folks in the wine trade have been terrific and I *feel* the respect once we get started talking about/tasting/studying wine. They know I know my shit and that I'm open to learning when I don't.
Someone told me that the main protagonist and central character of the ABC series Scandal reminded her of me. "You have to watch it," she said. "She's almost exactly like you, except younger, prettier, and really talented."
It doesn't seem too much to ask for clean sheets without holes, a fridge that I can use, room TV service that's dependable, and stable Internet. Either that or cut the price of a stay. I can get better service (fridge and all) at any Courtyard, and at a far lower cost.
New tax laws are being escorted through the legislature like a hot date on prom night, and this bill which has the potential of bringing so much business - and its resulting revenue flow - into the state is looked upon as “minor.”
So how did I go from ecstasy to dismay faster than a funny car at the Winternationals?