So we were in Vegas, and having a jacuzzi together.
Since we were in Vegas, we were drinking a bottle of champagne and smoking. I used the bath-side 'phone to order some more smokes.

A knock on the door indicated their arrival, and I pulled on a dressing gown and answered. I signed the chit, and the young lad stared up at the ceiling determinedly and said "You have a good day now, Sir!", making me realise that I needed to re-fasten my dressing gown belt and cover myself up.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 12 Aug 2013, 11:24, Reply)