Occasionally, we (almost!) forget about Steve Dunleavy, both because he’s become rather crotchety and eccentric in his ripe old age and because we tend run in different circles [Translation: we don’t tend to spend our days getting shitfaced in a midtown Irish pub].
Thankfully, Dunleavy is generally happy to remind us of his existence by periodically indulging us (and, of course, himself) with crazy, self-righteous rants in which he’s clearly in the wrong. Take, for instance, yesterday’s missive, entitled “Smoke Gets In My Ire,” a one-man crusade pitting Dunleavy against a nameless hotel manager for no apparent reason.
Writes Dunleavy:
IT may not make the Guinness Book of Records, but I believe I paid the highest price in the world to smoke a single cigarette – $25, to be exact.
I recently got my bill from a very charming boutique hotel in downtown L.A. called the Hilton Checkers. On the 21st line of charges was the notation: “Smoking in the room: $200.”
Yes, I had been told it was a nonsmoking hotel, but like most desperadoes in the grip of nicotine, I’ve gotten away with it before in nonsmoking rooms. (Wrong, I know.) Over a period of four nights, I smoked two cigarettes a night, defying the prohibition. Total, eight cigarettes. Hence, my extra charge of $200 amounted to $25 a cigarette.
Here’s our take on it.
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