There is a brief cautionary tale for travellers that goes with the poems in the last post. The party where I wrote them was at a hotel, in Coventry if memory serves, and because there was no way on Earth I was going to suffer soberly, I had booked a room for the night. So had many others.
About a week later I received a bill for the mini-bar in my room, a startling occurrence as I had far too much sense to use it. On examining the bill I realised it was for another employee of the company (whom I had never met) who had the same surname as me but a different first name. I forwarded it on to him and presumably he paid it. I certainly wasn't going to pay it. From the itemised list he seemed to have cleaned out the entire mini-bar at a cost of over £100. And remember this was more than twenty years ago. Moral: never use the mini-bar, and always check that it's your bill before you pay it.
About a week later I received a bill for the mini-bar in my room, a startling occurrence as I had far too much sense to use it. On examining the bill I realised it was for another employee of the company (whom I had never met) who had the same surname as me but a different first name. I forwarded it on to him and presumably he paid it. I certainly wasn't going to pay it. From the itemised list he seemed to have cleaned out the entire mini-bar at a cost of over £100. And remember this was more than twenty years ago. Moral: never use the mini-bar, and always check that it's your bill before you pay it.
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As we are about to spend a week at a hotel here in Greece this entry was surely of interest.
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