At one time,
Even so, I had to walk about half a mile from reception to my room. I’d asked for a room facing the park. After that walk, I wasn’t even sure whether they meant
Most appliances work. Except the direct-dial buttons on the phone, so I have to get room service and housekeeping through the operator. And the coffee-maker boils over, so I have to place a towel under it. (Should I ask housekeeping for a daily stipend?) Not a major problem, especially since I’m lucky to get a room at all, this time of the year in
The food is surprisingly good. A scrumptious breakfast spread and a huge ham steak from room service. I turned in around , one Contented Bear.
Came the dawn
Or rather, an assault on my door. The Gestapo? Had I overslept horribly? The clock said . One in the morning?! A fire? The police?
Bleary-eyed, I opened the door before it was broken down. A wild-eyed grandpa with a bristling moustache handed me an envelope. “Left for you, sir”. And vanished before I could hitch up my drooping jaw.
Which left me with a headache and a temper. What kind of evil, what misbegotten sadist wakes up a hotel guest at ONE IN THE MORNING to deliver mail?!
Ze wurruld, she is full of morons.