It was in Vietnam. Hotel Sunny Beach Resort 4, which is in Fantate.Support not to throw on the money.
On the night of departure we came to the hotel reception, to pay for the laundry and mini-bar, and to get back their passports.We were told that after the inspection of the officer you will pay.We wait for inspection.Viet entered the room, and instead of checking the mini-bar, coats and checks for laundry, a straight step went to the abajur, and dropped it, showed a beaten lamp. He then said that he owed her 30 basks. In all the assurances that he did not touch the abajur even with his finger, he methodically wrote something in the notebook. No warnings helped.I have to say, we are very calm with my husband. Especially the husband. He was ready to pay. But I remembered that the only thing Vietnamese are afraid of is the local police. And I began to call the whole hotel to call the police - that we will not pay without her imprisonment and in general shame. I screamed as if I had heard it in Ho Chi Minh City. Hearing the word “police,” they apologized to us and said that the previous guests must have broken the light bulb. Then I gave passports.
This divorce, it must be said, is present in many hotels. We know, we read, we talked. But it was unpleasant anyway. I am all excited, quietly mother and swear to the staff for impurity. I can’t calm down after a stormy scandal.
Here we sit and wait for the bus to the airport. And suddenly a man, looking into the starry sky:
“Everything is fine with them...Only, light bulbs, shit, dear ones...”