Not that I enjoy saying bad things about other people*, but I think some of the guys sitting in the door, and whose sole job it is to hand out keys, may have reached the peak of their careers according to their abilities.

I’ve been here for two months; one guy learned my room number after a month and another after two. Still waiting for one or two of them to catch on. Worth mentioning: there’s something like a dozen people residing here, and I’ve worn my normal attire since ultimo February.

*) Ha!