“Your bed isn’t ready. Nothing in that room is ready. It’s busy here. You have to wait.”
I stood in a check-in office waiting with an African couple, two young French girls and one old lady from India. They looked annoyed. Whatever. Since my week was already going to hell, I felt fatalistic.
Things can only get worse before they get better. Let’s have fun.
Slowly, I blinked at the receptionist and grinned. She raised an eyebrow. Her blunt negative response hadn’t deterred me. Behind the counter, next to her, I saw a plastic box of cookies. I leaned on the counter and pointed at the sweets.
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