October 20, 2005

Room service

Last night, for dinner, I ordered a toasted sandwich with mild cheddar, mozzarella and smoked bacon and potato wedges.

This is what arrived.



That doesn't look like my sandwich, I thought to myself. But I was so hungry that I didn't care anymore.

Just as I was getting ready to eat, someone knocked on my door.

It was another hotel employee with another tray. She looked flustered.

"My colleague delivered the wrong sandwich," she said, as I let her into my room.

"I know," I said.

She set the tray down on my bed.



"It's okay, I haven't touched the other one. You can take it," I said, pointing to the clubhouse sandwiches and the mountain of fries.

"No, no, it's yours," she said. I kept insisting for her to take it but she refused. I gave her a tip and she made a quick exit.

And that is how I ended up with way too much food.