Staying at this Hilton has been a rummy experience. Yesterday at about 7am, there was a knock on my door, and a bellboy handed me a razor and shaving foam, asked-for. I was a little surprised to be spontaneously disturbed at 7am, but not as surprised as when half an hour later, he knocked on the door again and asked for it back. This morning, a screaming match in Spanish started at about half past eight, and it's still going on now, at twenty past nine. I really do mean screaming, not just shouting. What a start to the day.
Edit: I didn't know what my voice sounded like this morning until I answered the phone to my boss. When I did hear myself, I just had to break into "Old Man River".