An acquaintance of mine used to work as a hotel receptionist.

Once, he got a call from a Middle Eastern guest – complaining about his hotel room. Here’s the conversation through the phone:

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Middle Eastern Man: I want complain about my room.

Him: Okay, please tell me about it.

Middle Eastern Man: There is a DINOSAUR in my room. Why got dinosaur in my room?!

Him: Huh? Dinosaur?

Middle Eastern Man: Yes, dinosaur in my hotel room! I want change room.

Him: Sir, there’s no dinosaur in your room.

Middle Eastern Man: Yes, dinosaur is right in front of me. In my room. I want change room, now!

Him: I will send a staff to check out your room.

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The phone conversation ended there and he called up a staff to check out his hotel room.

And you know what the staff found?

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A lizard!

Err… who on Earth calls that a “dinosaur”?

Very well, I hate “dinosaurs” too!

They’re disgusting!