I got sent to Amsterdam for work last summer. I was staying in
the same hotel as the person I was interviewing, so it was fairly
swanky anyway. But when I saw my room ... the porter had been
giving me (all short and scruffy from travelling) 'surely some
mistake' looks. I felt a bit resentful (bloody ageism), until I saw
the room. It was the bloody penthouse suite and the size of a
small flat! It had a dinning room table and a lobby for guests to
hang coats and carpet that your feet sank into. Then I realised
that the mini bar was being paid for in with the room and spent a
happy half hour bouncing on the bed drinking champagne and
making high pitched noises.
― Anna, Monday, 8 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link