(Aparentemente tomado del National Review)



Fra Posten

The Manager,
Y.M.C.A Hotel
	Roma, 28 sept., 1981
LONDON

Dear Signore Direttore,

     Now I am tella you story wot I was a-treated at your hotella.

     I am a-comma from Roma as tourist to London and stay as a-young
     christinan man at your hotella.

     When I comma in my room I see there is no shit in my bed. -how
can I sleep with no shit in my bed? So I calls down to receptione and tella...
	``I wanta shit''. They tella me:
	``Go to toilet''. I say:
	``No, no, I wanta shit in my bed''. They say:
	``You'd better not shit in your bed, you sonna-wa-bitch''. 
What is sonna-wa-bitch?

I go down for breakfast into ristorante. I order bacon and eggs and
two pissis of toast. I getta only one piss of toast. I tella waitress,
and point at toast:
	``I wanta piss''. She tella me:
	``Go to toilet''. I say:
	``No, no, I wanta piss on my plate''. She then say to me:
	``You'd bloody wella not piss on the plate, you
	sonna-wa-bitch''.

That is the second person who do not even know me calls me
``sonna-wa-bitch´, and why is your staff replying ``go to toilet'', is
that a modern tella? I do no understand, please tella me!

Later I go for dinner in your ristorante. Spoon and knife is laid out,
but no fock. I tella waitress:
	``I wanta fock''. And she tella me:
	``Sure, everyone wanta fock''. I tella her:
	``No, no you don't understanda me, I wanta fock on the
	table''. She tella me:
	``So you sonna-wa-bitch wanta fock on the table? Get your ass
	our of here!''

How comma this christian hotell tella the guest in such bad manner?

So I go to receptione and ask for bill. I no wanta stay in this hotell
no more. When I have paid the a-bill the porter say to me:
	`Thank you, and piss on you''. I say:
	``Piss on you too, you sonna-wa-bitch. I now go back to
	Italy''.

Direttore, I never gonna stay in your hotella no more, you
sonna-wa-bitch.

						Sincerely,
						Dicci Elgré