There was no sense pressing my luck by asking for anything like a
complete meal. I would be lucky if I got a sandwich.
I said: "Please, may I have a Spam sandwich on Rye Krisp and some
coffee for Room Fifteen Forty-one?"
"Please, you go to hell!" the voice snarled. "What do you think this
is, some damn delicatessen? You want liquor, we'll get you liquor.
That's what room service is for!"
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