tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18651753.post6338874064386232935..comments2024-03-25T02:34:22.742+05:30Comments on i am useless: ****roomghetufoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10180437940833356902noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18651753.post-83822446694578162062008-08-24T21:59:00.000+05:302008-08-24T21:59:00.000+05:30Ha ha ha ha. Boss, that's life. Move on. Dikhave p...Ha ha ha ha. Boss, that's life. Move on. Dikhave pe mat jao, apni akal lagao.Mehul Shahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11773425203884885170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18651753.post-84234351397582231292008-05-13T16:58:00.000+05:302008-05-13T16:58:00.000+05:30good to know that u neither 'wash' nor feel 'reste...good to know that u neither 'wash' nor feel 'rested' after these trips.Shuvhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00516395679019031690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18651753.post-36640807812520639212008-05-09T18:33:00.000+05:302008-05-09T18:33:00.000+05:30The liftman was out of order. He deserved no apolo...The liftman was out of order. He deserved no apology. He thought he was being very American, or European. Over here you could ask for anything at all: "Where's the little boys' room?" Some guests would just say, "Where's the---?" just pausing unsure. We don't have liftmen here but any trained hotel employee in England would put you at ease and say "Oh, the Gentlemen's Cloakroom, sir?" or whatever they called it in that hotel.Vincenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18297306807695767580noreply@blogger.com