Last part of the travelling whisky glass saga.
About two months after I returned from my Indian holiday I received an emailed questionnaire from the hotel that had last my whisky glass. It was a marketing exercise which required me to tick boxes regarding the quality of the food, furnishings, service etc.
At the bottom was a space for additional comments. I wrote " Where's my fucking whisky glass ! " and emailed it back. Less than 30 minutes later I received a phone call from them. They told me that both the glass and it's travel case were safely with them, and where would I like them to forward it to ? I told them to send it to me here in England.
One week later there was a knock at the door and there stood a DHL courier with a large package addressed to me. It was from India. Taking it into my kitchen I peeled off layer after layer of brown paper and cotton wool. Opening a cardboard box there in front of me was my brass bound, velvet lined mahogany crystal glass carry case. It was empty !
Next to it was another cotton wool wrapped object. Opening it gingerly I found it to be an English pint beer glass of the dimpled and handled jug type. It would never have fitted into the travel case in a million years !
That neatly sums India up. They'll bend over backwards to be helpful and courteous but will generally fuck it up somewhere along the line !
About two months after I returned from my Indian holiday I received an emailed questionnaire from the hotel that had last my whisky glass. It was a marketing exercise which required me to tick boxes regarding the quality of the food, furnishings, service etc.
At the bottom was a space for additional comments. I wrote " Where's my fucking whisky glass ! " and emailed it back. Less than 30 minutes later I received a phone call from them. They told me that both the glass and it's travel case were safely with them, and where would I like them to forward it to ? I told them to send it to me here in England.
One week later there was a knock at the door and there stood a DHL courier with a large package addressed to me. It was from India. Taking it into my kitchen I peeled off layer after layer of brown paper and cotton wool. Opening a cardboard box there in front of me was my brass bound, velvet lined mahogany crystal glass carry case. It was empty !
Next to it was another cotton wool wrapped object. Opening it gingerly I found it to be an English pint beer glass of the dimpled and handled jug type. It would never have fitted into the travel case in a million years !
That neatly sums India up. They'll bend over backwards to be helpful and courteous but will generally fuck it up somewhere along the line !
