Receptionist: Yes, we’ve got a room.
Tourist: Good.
Receptionist: A single room.
Tourist: No good, I need a double room
Receptionist: Ah yes, for you and your shirt.
Tourist: No! For me and my wife. She’s arriving this evening.
Receptionist: Ah (Looking at the book again)
Yes. we’ve got a double room.
Tourist: Good! How much is it?
Receptionist: How much?
Tourist: Yes
Receptionist: (Demonstrating with her arms) It’s about this long and about this wide and about this
high.
Tourist: No! Not how big, how much?
Receptionist: Ah! Ten pounds.
Tourist: Ten pounds.
Receptionist: Yes. Ten pounds for you, ten pounds for your wife, and fifty pounds for the horrible shirt.
Tourist: Fifty pounds for the shirt?! That’s ridiculous!
Receptionist: It’s a ridiculous shirt!
Tourist: Now you listen to me. I don’t like your attitude.
Receptionist: I don’t like your shirt,
Tourist: I’m going to complain to the manager.
Receptionist: She’s not here.
Tourist: Where is she?
Receptionist: In hospital.
Tourist: In hospital? Oh dear. Did she have an accident?
Receptionist: Not exactly. She had dinner in the hotel.
Tourist: Well, I would just like to say that you are the most unhelpful, the most unpleasant, the
worst receptionist that I have met in my life.
Receptionist: (Pleased) Thank you very much.
Tourist: And I am going to report you to the manager!
Receptionist: Fine. Shall I give you the phone number of the hospital?
Tourist: Right, that’s enough! My wife and I are not going to stay at this hotel, I’ll go and book a
room at the hotel next door.