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Top 5 Five Reasons I Prefer Home share Properties over Hotels
People often ask me why I stay in home sharing properties when I’m on the road, particularly when my corporate comedy clients like Cisco, IBM and AT&T are offering me a free room in the hotel where their conferences are taking place. Well, truth be known, I stay in both. If I’m speaking for a client Thursday morning, I will stay in the hotel on Wednesday night. But, if I’m filming an episode of A Comedian Crashes Your Pad, I’ll arrive in that city a day early, or stay a day later. And, while I’ve never stayed in a home share property that has a big fluffy robe in the closet, here are five reasons home shares are better than hotels:
The chance to have my first cup of coffee with someone– When I stumble out of bed in search of a caffeine jolt, chances are my host is already in the kitchen, ready to talk about what the day awaits.
Dogs- Sure, I was bitten by a dog in San Francisco recently but that was a chance encounter in Haight-Ashbury; I wasn’t staying in a home share at the time. Incidentally, despite the neighborhood’s laid-back reputation, the dogs are not as mellow as the residents. But any dog who is okay with a revolving cast of strangers sharing its domicile has to be a pretty cool canine. I’ve even encountered some pretty friendly cats. Imagine that!
Snacks- It’s amazing how many of my home sharing hosts figured out ahead of time that I like to have something in my stomach at all times. They’ve greeted me with bowls of granola bars, cookies, crackers, wine and local delicacies. Of course, hotels have those options too, provided I want to drag myself down to the gift job and pay eight bucks for a bag of Cheez-Its.
No Minibar- Speaking of snacks, I know the snacks my home share hosts lay out are mine to take. For free. Even if I don’t eat them, I can touch them, move them around or even pick them up and read about fat content. Try doing that in a mini bar. The last time I touched a mini bar Snickers, it cost me $12.50. Mind you, I didn’t eat it; I just TOUCHED IT. I later learned the meaning of “motion activated candy bars.
”A Real Key”- I’ve never been locked out of my home share unit because I put my key too close to my phone and inadvertently demagnetized it, forcing me to go down to the front desk where I had to explain that, no, I can’t show ID because all my identification is IN MY LOCKED ROOM!