Friday, October 16, 2009

Two nations divided by a common language


I was wallowing in my ultra-comfortable bed, enveloped in soft white Egyptian cotton sheets (oh what luxury) in my Manhattan hotel, and it was 4.30 in the morning – must have been jet-lag – and running through my head like a mantra was  “Oooooh, I would kill for a cup of tea.” So I picked up the room service menu and leafed through and found the tea and thought – “I can afford that,” and then saw this text at the bottom of the page:

Please note a 5 dollar charge per delivery, 17% gratuity, 2% administrative charge and 8.875% New York sales tax will be added to your check for your convenience.

Does “convenience” mean the same in the USA as it does over here?

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