It's 10pm. There are madly chirping baby birds outside my hotel room window. This afternoon, after a request for a jug of water and a jug of ice, Room Service shows up with a jug of ice water, and ice in a black plastic bag. The water was promptly poured into the water kettle, and the jug taken away. Possibly to address some urgent jug deficit happening elsewhere. We are left with slowly melting ice cubes in a black plastic bag, because the 40-year-old minibar fridge doesn't work.

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