My eyelids opened as I heard someone at the door announce “Room service” in a loud but courteous voice. I got out of bed, opened the door, and the server wheeled my room tray into the room. He asked where to set it and I told him to put it on the desk. As he passed by me I could smell the lovely odor coming from my freshly made food. After he finished he excused himself but I stopped him and handed him a sizable tip. He smiled broadly, thanked me, and said to call on him if I needed anything else. I smiled back, knowing I probably will. The door shut behind him as he left and I sat down to eat my dinner.
I lifted the lid and automatically fell in love with what I saw: medium-rare steak, corn, and mashed potatoes with gravy. On a separate plate sat my dessert: a double-chocolate cake. I put a respectful amount of steak sauce on my food and started from there, making sure to leave nothing on the plate. After I was done with my steak I looked over to the double-chocolate cake with glee in my eyes. Needless to say, there was nothing left when I was done.
I stood up, stretched, rubbed my tummy a bit, and looked over at the plastic ice bucket. Stashed inside the ice were several bottles of my favorite beer. I smiled; now the night can truly begin.
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