…is very much like making love to a beautiful woman.
First, you’ve got to know the rules.
After that you can do a bit of crawling to determine the depths you’re going to have to go to.
But it’s only after mutual consent has been achieved that you can go ahead and massage the contents until they’re good and ready to be humped from one place to another.
When I made the reservation at the Park Plaza Riverbank a couple of weeks back I was booking rooms for myself and two colleagues at the same time. This shouldn’t have been a task of complexity for someone proficient in the handling of booking hotel reservations.
However, it didn’t come as a complete surprise when I called to check the booking to find that the person who had taken my original call had messed it up. In fact, it took three runs through the process during my check-up call to get the bookings as they should be. Hardly confidence inspiring, but hardly surprising, either, considering over 90% of the staff seem to originate from eastern Europe.
I was dismayed to read the story of the bear who got shot after being stuck for a week with a jar on his head.
On the part of the “local wildlife supervisor”, who claimed that they couldn’t tranquilize the bear because it “stayed in forested areas” (like duh), I think that’s a pretty lame excuse. Somehow they managed to shoot it dead just fine – how come it was so hard to hit it with a tranquilizer dart?