Autumn Rant, Chapter: The Idiots

I'm dead-dog-beat.  I remember this from last fall.  You run, run, run all summer, looking towards Labor Day salvation, only the people...they keep coming.  Now we're at the start of the Fall Foilage Foliage season, and we're still hoppin!  It's a stupid thing to bitch about, I realize, "all this business."  I'm happy to have it, absolutely.  But with the business comes a lot of work, and of course, the idiots.  For example...

Lady calls a few weeks ago, taking our last available cottage for Columbus Day weekend.  It's a small one, attached on one side and really only meant for two, though it can, and has, slept up to four in a pinch.  She's got a family of four, and so I warn her, repeatedly, but she wants to go for it, and who am I to say what's good for her?  Parties of the same size have enjoyed that cottage before, many times.  So anyway, she shows up last night and the first words out of her mouth are "do you have any cancellations for a larger cottage?"  Ugh.  No, lady, we've been booked for this weekend for a month.  Believe it or not, this place is pretty popular!  Then we're apprised of their thoughts in a series of complaintative visits.  First, they didn't realize it was attached.  Then, "it's so small!"  Then they don't like that there's a dog next door. Then---get this---the stove's flames are too high.  They're worried about their baby getting hurt by it.  Now, I don't mean to point out the obvious here, but 1) babies should generally be kept away from all lit stoves, high or not.  2) does it really matter how high the flames are when we're worried about a very short human here?  and 3) use a different fucking burner, for christsake.  Maybe one on the back, where the little people can't reach?  I give up.  I don't know if it's a lack of common sense, or grasping at straws to be let out of their reservation.  Despite that I told them yesterday we'd do exactly that, let them out of it and rebook the room for the next two nights, which I'm confident we'll be able to do, no problem.  Honestly.  Assholes.