Mary Poppins walked into my hotel last week. I showed her to her room and she asked if the restaurant was still open. I had to inform her that it wasn't but that if she sould like I could arrange for a room service menu to be sent up. She did, and a phone call and two minutes later she had one in her hand. "I'll have the Cauliflower Cheese please" she said. "I'll have it sent up right away" I told her.
The next morning when she came down for breakfast I asked her if she had had a good night. She said she had and that the Cauliflower Cheese she had ordered was simply delightful. I showed her into the breakfast room. She chose boiled eggs for her meal. I bought them out to her and went to answer the ringing phone. Soon after I put the phone down she appeared again, this time to check out. "Has everything been to your liking Madam?" I asked, expecting a positive reponse. "The bed was fine and the service was fine, but I did not enjoy my beakfast this morning" she remarked. I was thrown. "I'm sorry to hear that" was all I could think of saying. She didn't seem to upset and I asked her if she wouldn't mind putting an entry into our visitors book. She was pleased to oblige. I waited until she had fully left before I read the comment she had written. When I lifted the book it said "Supercauliflowercheesebuteggswerequiteatrocious."