The phone call that I get at the hotel is always the same. It is always a man, usually with one of the various lower class accents that we have here in the midwestern United States. The sounds of domestic disturbance are usually quite audible in the background, usually a crying (or screaming) woman that is often accompanied by the sounds of upset children.
The hotel I work for is a chain of business class hotels, that is a way of saying we have pretty nice rooms but that we don't have room service, or bellhops or any of that four star nonsense. My particular chain has hotels all over the country, but rarely has more than one in a single city, and thus it is one that most people are not familiar with.
"Do you have weekly rates?" they always ask. "No, I am sorry we don't." is always my reply. They then always go on to ask how much it would be for a week, and upon hearing the total of $872.97 with tax they always promptly hang up on me. I have never had one who didn't hang up on me. Of course I never even bother quoting these guys anything but the highest price, as I don't want to be even the mildest accessory to what they are doing, which is of course, walking out on their family.