WHEN I’M GETTING DOWN ON THE DANCE FLOOR AT THE EMPLOYEE HOLIDAY PARTY AFTER ONE DRINK, AFTER FIVE DRINKS,
WHEN I’M RUNNING ON THREE HOURS OF SLEEP, HAVE A SORE THROAT, SORE FEET AND WE HAVE 85 DEPARTURES AT 7AM.
WHEN A GUEST IS TOO LAZY TO WALK ACROSS THE STREET TO BUY CIGARETTES AND PAYS A BELLMAN TO DO IT FOR THEM
