2/10 VÀldigt dÄligt
John S.
28 sep. 2025
Picture this: Iâm outside a Boston Vrbo, hyped for a Red Sox game, ready to punch in my custom door code like a heist movie hero. Iâd been texting the property manager for days, feeling like a VIP. Code fails. I check the app. Plot twistâthe manager says, âYou donât have a reservation.â Excuse me? Iâm at the door, luggage in hand, Fenway dreams alive, and Iâm a ghost in their system?I flash my reservation number faster than you can say âstrike three.â The manager admits their error with a verbal shrugâno apology, no fix. My flight was already two hours late, but Iâd planned enough wiggle room for the game. Or so I thought. The kicker? The property was closed for renovations. Yep, the place with those cozy New England photos was under construction. Surprise!Cue a frantic hunt for last-minute lodging. The prices? âSell your kidneyâ expensive. My spouse, daughter, and bonus son, who drove three hours, faced the prospect of camping on Boston Common. I called Vrbo, but 15 minutes of hold musicâa funeral dirge for my vacationâforced me to rush to the game, faking a smile.This listing isnât cursed, but its reviews are a mixed bag. I shouldâve picked the less glossy, more reliable spot. I never saw if the interior matched those photos (Iâm skeptical). I hope the owner takes a reservation management course and slaps up a âclosedâ sign. Until then, avoid this chaos unless you love lodging roulette. Hereâs to sparing others this mess!
John S.
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