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the following is a letterfrom disgruntled italian guest to an english hotel director:Dear Signore Direttore, Now i am tella you story wot i was a treated at your hotella.I am a comma from Roma as a younga Christian man at your hotella. When i comma to my room, I see there is no sheet on my bed. I call down to Receptione and tella : " I wanta sheet ." They tella me :''You go to toilet" I say "No,no you dont understanada me. I wanta sheet in my bed!" They tella :"You better not sheet in your bed you sonna- wa-beach!" What is "sonna-wa-beach"? I a-go downe for breakfast in ristotante.i orderegg and bacon and two pieces of toast.I getta only one piece of toast.Itella waiteress and point at toast:"i wanta peece." She tella me :"you go to toilet"I say "No,no i wanta peece in my plate!" She scream"you bloddy wella not piece in my plate !!you got to toilet why is your staff always saying "go to toilet?" Is that modern British tella? you know, I am 23 years old and i knowe for when i wanta go to toilet. Then in the evening I a-go downe to ristorne for dinner.Spoon and knife is laid out but no fockI tella waitress:"i wanta fock" And she tella me:"sure everybosy wanta fock" I tella her:"no you understanda me I wanta fock on the table" She tella me"So you wanta fockon the table huh?Get your ass out of here!" How comma this christian hotella tella the guest in such a bad manner? So i a-go downe to reciptione and ask for th bill.I no wanta to stay in this hotella no morro.When i have a-billa the porter say to me :"thank you and peace on you" I say"piss on you too,soona wa beach,I now go back to italy."Dirttore, I never ganna stay in your hotella no morrow,you sonna wa beach Sincerly Luigi brampiano,Roma | ||||||||||||||||
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