Lost in Translation

A week after the boy's birthday, we took him to Disneyland. Another blog to follow with the details. During our last morning at the hotel, we left to have breakfast and planned to come back to get our stuff after eating. Upon returning to our room, it was already tidied-up, with a note on the dresser stating:
"I'm sorry. I will come back and finish clean leather [finish cleaning later]...Housekeep"

Then, after we checked out and got to Disneyland, we realized that we left something in the room fridge. Paul called the hotel and asked for housekeeping. After explaining that we left something in and fridge and could we get it back, a very nice lady with a thick accent said, "Excuse me. Can you hold me please?" To which Paul said, "Uh...sure" before the phone was passed onto someone else. He's such a man whore. I've gotta keep me eye on that guy.