HOOOOLD IT! Everyone, give Soomro7 a fricking break!
I have read trip reports that digressed into John Rocker tee-shirts on the number 7 train in NYC, how fast someone drove on the M1 to catch their plane, and how good the food court is in ROC.
Not everyone is going to be able to remember which J route they flew, which seat they sat in, what entree they were offered in business class, what the movie was, or the lead F/A's phone number (well maybe THAT would stick).
Fact of the matter is that Soomro7 made an eventful trip in 1993 that made a big impression on him. I fly for a living, hate riding non-rev, and find it too uneventful to write about. Soomro's story struck a chord with me, and I found it a nice change of pace.
Neil is 100% correct. Soomro7 is learning English. Imagine how frightened you would be on your first trip to Malaysia or Pakistan if the hotel called the cops on you for unwittingly drinking a coke and eating a Snickers from the miny bar. My six year old son learned a valuable lesson doing the same thing a couple of years ago at the Ritz Carlton Laguna Nigel.
My take on his story was that Continental mercifully let him and his family board the plane after their ordeal. Soomro7 attributes it to a higher power.
Moral of the story....ALWAYS CHECK THE PRICE SHEET BEFORE YOU OPEN THAT COKE FROM THE MINI BAR. IT MAY MAKE SENSE TO WALK DOWN THE STREET TO THE CONVENIENCE STORE...if there is one.