My eyes opened. Darkness. I looked left. I looked right. Up. Down. Panic. I have to get to New York I thought. How? I'm never going to make it. I've got to get going. Now. Go. Go. Go. Go. But wait. Where am I? Where is this place? What am I doing? Ok. Now. I'm in New York. This is my apartment. Settle down. --- That's what happened at 6 am this morning. But the next question was much
more important. Where's the breakfast buffet? I miss my morning breakfast by the pool even if I had to wipe the sweat from
my forehead constantly. And I miss Suntha, the server, explaining to me the
cultural differences of the hotel guests. Just so you know...she's not down with the Japanese business men who treat
her poorly...You guys better watch it. She's not always going to be waiting
tables. I've got my money on her. But what I really miss is her asking me if I've had enough to eat even after
three trips to the buffet. Not really, Suntha. Not really.
more important. Where's the breakfast buffet? I miss my morning breakfast by the pool even if I had to wipe the sweat from
my forehead constantly. And I miss Suntha, the server, explaining to me the
cultural differences of the hotel guests. Just so you know...she's not down with the Japanese business men who treat
her poorly...You guys better watch it. She's not always going to be waiting
tables. I've got my money on her. But what I really miss is her asking me if I've had enough to eat even after
three trips to the buffet. Not really, Suntha. Not really.