One of the best things about travelling on business, as opposed to travelling for leisure, is the minibar. Whereas this used to be a forbidden temptation that any lapse would send me rushing to a shop the next day to replenish the gorged items, now it is my own private stash of beer and crisps that gets magically replenished every day! And, as far as it seems to me, for not a penny.
Back home in Aberdeen, of course, I call this supply "Justin".
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Hilarious!
Ha, in Hong Kong Eileen and I refused to leave the deposit the hotel requested for the minibar, so after much fighting the maid was sent running up the stairs to empty the fridge of anything the cheap horrible tourists could get their hands on!
Stupid Hong Kong.
Have you seen that seagull that steals crisps?
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