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Next time you think your hotel bill is too high, you might want to consider this:
My wife and I were traveling by car from Cape Town to Johannesburg .
Being Seniors, after almost eleven hours on the road, we were too tired to continue, and decided to take a room. We only planned to sleep for four hours and then get back on the road. When we checked out four hours later, the desk clerk handed us a bill for R1400.00.
I exploded and demanded to know why the charge was so high. I told the clerk although it was a nice hotel; the rooms certainly weren’t worth R1400.00 for four hours! He told me that R1400.00 was the ‘standard rate’. I insisted on speaking to the Manager.
The Manager appeared, listened to me, and explained that the hotel
had an Olympic-sized pool and a huge conference centre that were
available for us to use. ‘But we didn’t use them,” I said.’ ‘Well, they
are here, and you could have,” he said.
He went on to explain that we could also have taken in one of the shows for which the hotel was famous. “We have the best entertainers from New York , Hollywood , and all over the world perform here,” he informed me.
“But we didn’t go to any of those shows,” I said.
“Well, we have them, and you could have,” the Manager replied.
No matter what amenity the Manager mentioned, I answered,”But we didn’t use it!”
The Manager was unmoved, and eventually I gave up and agreed to pay.
I wrote a cheque and gave it to him.
The Manager was surprised when he looked at the cheque. “But sir, this cheque is only made out for R200.00.” ”That’s correct. I charged you R1200.00 for sleeping with my wife,” I replied.
“But I didn’t!” exclaimed the Manager.
I said, “Well, too bad, she was here, and you could have.”
Came across an interesting post on India today and it made me realise how cool my countryfolk really are- they (we) ALWAYS find a way of making things work. The writer has done a good job of trying to capture the spirit from an outside perspective, I mean, जुगाड़ (jugaar) is no magic- it’s just making do with what we have, best we can but there is no real translation to it- it’s something we know and feel so intricately- it’s something that flows in our blood. I am so proud to have that blood flow through my veins.
Anyhow, didn’t manage to get online (for long) yesterday so 3 blessings for last week:
- Making a friend of mine who is really stressed at the moment smile
- Finding humour in situations and getting amused by my friends
- Having the most amazing set of family & friends possible
It’s all about friends- maybe that’s another bit of Indian blood in me- however much I try and resist the Hallmark “Friendship Day”, I feel the need to acknowledge their presence in my life!
I am NOT suggesting wine made from apples… relax!
Got an email off a mate of mine today about how women are like apples and men like wine- and have to admit, there is some truth in it:
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.
Most men don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are
afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples
from the ground that aren’t as good, but easy. The apples at the top
think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they’re amazing.
They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who
is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Now Men…. Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it’s
up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into
something acceptable to have dinner with.
I am an apple on the top of the tree judging by that theory and still waiting to make my fine wine- made a few bottles of some drinkable stuff along the way… 😉
So Joel Stein tried to do a humourous article in TIME magazine about his perception of how Indian culture had impacted his town- Edison in New Jersey, USA but somewhere along the line, the humour was lost!
The anger it has caused though is somewhat shocking in my opinion. However, I am just a bystander who is surprisingly able to see both sides of the coin but unable to comprehend either. I don’t see the humour (it’s his personal opinion!) but I don’t see the need for the outburst from the Indians either.
On that note, snooze, here, I come.