真人网址"Here’s the key to your room, sir," the cheerful woman at the reception desk said." Would you like some nice fresh milk?"
she held out a cold, dripping carton of milk.
okay. non-sequitur time. my mind was addled for a moment. maybe because i'd been on an airplane for 17 hours.
"uh, thank you," i said, taking the carton. perhaps it was the custom here to slam down a carton of milk every time you checked into a hotel room. good health practice. yet no one else in the lobby seemed to be drinking the stuff.
"It's for your afternoon tea" she said, smiling."There's a tea kettle ...
Written by Peter Egan CYCLE WORLD May 1995