This weekend, we were checked in at The Mandarin Oriental (using up a gift check given during our wedding). This morning, of course the hubby had to run. I was sandwiched comfortably between a lovely duvet and the oversized bed when he nudges me to some form of consciousness and kisses my forehead to say he's leaving. Mmmkay, I murmur and go back to sleep.
Later in the morning (at around 9am) he calls. He needs at least 3, no make that 4 buckets of ice. He did 25k or something and he needs to soak his legs in uber-cold water. Okay, I say, and call for room service. The room service girl didn't think much of it, I suppose. Or maybe she just did a great job masking a that "what the hell" kind of tonality from her voice.
A few minutes later, a knock on the door. I open it, and a lady holding up a tray with 4 buckets of ice stands smiling. I'm there, with bedhead and eyes adjusting to the bright hallway.
"Ma'am, you're the one who ordered the ice?"
"Yes."
"That's 4 buckets of ice?" (I suppose that it's odd, at 9 in the morning)
"Yes," I say, motioning for her to come into the room. I guess she sees that I'm the only one there, and starts wondering what the hell I'm going to do with 4 buckets of ice.
She lays it down on the coffee table. "Umm, enjoy the rest of your stay, ma'am." And she hurries off.
I crawl back on the bed. For all I know, she may be thinking that I was going to steal her kidneys.
Later in the morning (at around 9am) he calls. He needs at least 3, no make that 4 buckets of ice. He did 25k or something and he needs to soak his legs in uber-cold water. Okay, I say, and call for room service. The room service girl didn't think much of it, I suppose. Or maybe she just did a great job masking a that "what the hell" kind of tonality from her voice.
A few minutes later, a knock on the door. I open it, and a lady holding up a tray with 4 buckets of ice stands smiling. I'm there, with bedhead and eyes adjusting to the bright hallway.
"Ma'am, you're the one who ordered the ice?"
"Yes."
"That's 4 buckets of ice?" (I suppose that it's odd, at 9 in the morning)
"Yes," I say, motioning for her to come into the room. I guess she sees that I'm the only one there, and starts wondering what the hell I'm going to do with 4 buckets of ice.
She lays it down on the coffee table. "Umm, enjoy the rest of your stay, ma'am." And she hurries off.
I crawl back on the bed. For all I know, she may be thinking that I was going to steal her kidneys.
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