I decide to upgrade hotels and give myself more comfort. I really need to sleep, so I splurge for a room with a TV in hopes that the BBC will lull me to slumber. 2 hours after check-in:
“Sir, this TV isn’t working.”
“Oh I know.”
“Ok, well can you fix it?”
“No, ma’am. That TV is only in your room for storage. We didn’t have anywhere else to put it.”
A few hours later, I order a soda water to my room.
A boy brings me a bottle half-full (that’s right, I’m a positive girl.)
“But it’s half full?”
“Oh, did you want a full one?”
THOUGHTS: I’m starting to like India. I mean, where else would this stuff happen?