A couple of weekends ago I spent some time in a nice hotel. I enjoyed the company of some good friends and laughed and laughed until we ran out of liquor. No one was in any position to drive to the store; one of my friends suggested the unimaginable: "Why not use the mini-bar?" We had no other choice at the time, and I knew that hotel management would be laughing once they saw the empty cabinet.
At the time of check-out, a woman handed me the bill. She laughed: "I can't believe you actually resorted to that...look at your bill now, you dumb shit." A lumped formed in my throat when I saw that a tiny bottle of vodka had set me back $30. The woman then chuckled and said: "That little bag of potato chips....i hope they were the best fifteen dollar potato chips you ever had..." I was lucky that the tiny bag of peanuts was only ten dollars. It made sense cause they were stale.
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