The 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 Sht in my bed. How can I sleep with no Sht in my bed? I calla down the receptione and tell “I wanna Sht ". They tella me “Go to the toillett”. I said "No, no. I wanna Sht in my bed”. They said “You betta not Sh*t in your bed, you sonnawabitch”. What is sonnawabitch?!
I go down to ristorante for breakfast. I order bacon and eggs an two pisses of toast. I getta only one piss of toast. I point to toast “I wanna pisss”. She tella me “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 onnawabitch! What is sonnawabitch?
Later I go dinner into restorante. Spoon and knife is laid but no I tella waitress “I wanna fock”, and shell 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 I no wanna stay in your hotel no more. When I have pay the bills, the porter say to me “Thank you and peace be with you” I say “Piss on you too, you sonnawabitch”
I go back to Italy! I never more comma stay in your hotella, you sonnawabitch!
