An Italiano tourist wrote a complaint letter to the Manager of a hotel in London…The letter read as follows:
Dear Signor Diretorre
Now I am tella you the story how I was treated at your hotella. I am comma from Palermo as tourist to London and stay as a young man at your hotella. When I comma in my room I see no shit in my bed.
How can I sleep with no shit in my bed? I calla down the Receptione and tell: " I wanna shit ".They tella me " Go to
the toillett ". I said " No, no. I wanna Shit in my bed ". They said " You betta not shit in your bed, you sonnawabitch ".
What is sonnawabitch? !
I go down to ristorante for breakfast. I order bacon and eggs and Two pisses of toast. I getta only one piss of toast.
I tella waitress and point to toast " I wanna piss ". She tella "Go to the toillett ". I say " No, no. I wanna piss on my plate ".
She then say to me " You bloody fella better not piss on the plate, you sonnawabitch "Second person who do not even know me and call me sonnawabitch!
What is sonnawabitch?
Later I go dinner into restorante. Spoon and knife is laid but no fock. I tella waitress " I wanna fock ", and she tella
me " Sure everybody wanna fock". I tell her " No, No. You don't understand me. I wanna fock on The table".
She then tell me " So you sonnawabitch, wanna fock on the table? Get your ass outa here! "
So I go to the receptione and ask for bills. I no wanna stay in your hotel no more.
When I have pay the bills, the porter say to me " Thank you and piss be with you ". I say " Piss on you too, you sonnawabitch ".
I go back to Italy! I never more comma stay in your hotella or you Country,