What precipitated that dialog of stable and reasonable individuals, by chance? The guy behind the camera seems to be seeking his 1.5 minutes of fame, and the guy behind the counter seems to have some issues with taking (what I'm guessing was) criticism from Camera Dude. Whether Camera Dude was filming or not, the hotel security cameras on the front desk would've captured the outburst of cranial drumming anyhow.
TLDR-type hotel story: I remember a few years back I drove up to The Caverns near Pelham for a bluegrass show (Lonesome River Band, and the Cleverlys). Driving up from Georgia, I knew I wasn't going to feel like driving back after the show so I booked a room at the Super 8 in Monteagle. Having stayed at the Knoxville Super 8 on Merchants Drive on game weekends, I figured I'd save a few bucks and have basic-but-acceptable accommodations. As is customary, I arrive and check in...no problems there aside from the front desk lady making a call to housekeeping to make sure the room had been cleaned, etc as it was pretty much right on the dot of when I could check in. I proceed back to my vehicle and drive around to the room grab my bag, walk up to the room, and swipe my key. Upon entering said room, I have a Goldilocks/Bears moment, where I realize someone was still inhabiting the room to some degree (as in living in there long term...half-eaten take-out food all over the place, no noticeable luggage evident from a quick scan). I returned my bag to my vehicle, drove back to the check-in desk, hopped out and went inside to calmly let the front desk lady know there had been a mix-up, thinking maybe there had been some miscommunication with Housekeeping along the way. Before I could do that however, there was another guest at the front desk who looked a bit worse for wear (and obviously distraught). She was alternating between talking on her mobile phone and pleading with the receptionist to grant her access to her room, and her stuff. The receptionist declined, alluding to the fact that the 3rd party (not present, and who I am guessing was on the other end of the mobile call) who had been paying for the room had ceased the payments a week back...at that point it clicked that this other guest was in fact the inhabitant of the room to which I had been provided a key. The negotiations between the receptionist, the guest, and who, based upon the end of the conversation I heard, I am guessing was the 'talent manager' of this guest continued for another 10 minutes with no accord being reached. Finally, Goldilocks said 'To hell with this' and sulks off to parts unknown. I stepped up to the counter and tell the receptionist, "I think you gave me a key to that person's room...may I have a different room please?" Presented with this reasonable and calm request, the receptionist apologized, checked me in to another (uninhabited) room, and made what I am guessing was a rather terse call to Housekeeping as I was walking out the lobby door. No cameras, no drama, just a peek into the life and times of an I-24 lot lizard and a dang fine bluegrass show.
