tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103468005359152122.post2213239796935530728..comments2024-03-21T10:45:56.362+00:00Comments on Stomachs on legs are proud to present: The Trouble with Minibars, Or "There's a Demon Inside my Refrigerator"Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103468005359152122.post-25941249047181571332007-04-09T10:25:00.000+00:002007-04-09T10:25:00.000+00:00I understand your prefernce for no human contact e...I understand your prefernce for no human contact entirely, why aren't all hotels run by robots and computers by now goddamn it. I personally prefer the impersonal touch, give me a number and leave me the hell alone....I know rich people who stay in five start aman hotels love the personal touch and a good old chat with the staff - it makes them feel 'in touch'. But for me, the common pleb, I would rather be handed my food through a slot in the door by a non speaking droid...<BR/><BR/>I guess that's what living a hotel does to you. I pity youDr Maytelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16760526691897320990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103468005359152122.post-44357463213472822732007-04-09T09:14:00.000+00:002007-04-09T09:14:00.000+00:00haha...I had no idea about the Hasselhoff Experime...haha...<BR/>I had no idea about the Hasselhoff Experiment (thought it was the name of a band )<BR/><BR/>maybe that's why the German public left him behind and took Robbie Williams into their hearts instead!<BR/><BR/>the best minibar I've had was in Sao Paulo, it was nice to at least have the choice to pay through the nose for vitamin-chocolate milk, diet guarana champagne and diet cola lima.<BR/><BR/>Do they have any local specialities in the Mumbai minibars?kinakoJamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13970004949868408674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103468005359152122.post-42380699617099298132007-04-09T08:05:00.001+00:002007-04-09T08:05:00.001+00:00it's the marriot wayit's the marriot wayDr Maytelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16760526691897320990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103468005359152122.post-20185379713518198392007-04-09T08:05:00.000+00:002007-04-09T08:05:00.000+00:00welcome HE, great post. I used to do a similar thi...welcome HE, great post. I used to do a similar thing when I was 12. I think all kids did. It said drink, which was made up of a small splash of every alcoholic drink in my parent's spirits cabinet was known around the school yard as rocket fuel. We'd turn up to parties, listen to some bobby brown and get wasted and make out. Ahhh those were the days. I remember drinking so much of the evil tonic once that I passed out in the pouring rain of a football field for a good 3 to 4 hours.Dr Maytelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16760526691897320990noreply@blogger.com