beware of breakfast bouncers
breakfast bouncer: What room are you in?
breakfast bouncer: I don’t know that room
wendy: maybe it’s floor 1 room 18? My check-in card says 118 (holds-up check-in card)
After checking my name a hefty line was drawn through the paper sheet that listed the breakfast sentences of hotel guests.
breakfast bouncer: just to let you know, the toaster’s not working, do you want white or brown toast?
wendy: (confused, pauses)
breakfast bouncer: DO you WANT white or BROWN toast?
Wendy: Brown, please?
The bouncer sent me to my seat with an instructive arm wave. Minutes later returning to tell me I could get myself tea and fruit juice. Timidly, I left my allotted cell and made myself a tea. Sometimes it can be a bit of a trial not pissing-off the British breakfast bouncers.
Today I failed.