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Chap walked into the hotel I’ve been staying at this week, asking to check in for the day. It was about 06:30 when he arrived, and I was having breakfast at a table adjacent to the reception desk.

He claimed he’d taken three flights from Shanghai, all of which had been delayed. He claimed that he had been travelling for 40+ hours, was tired and wanted to sleep.

The concierge was accommodating and found a room that he could have for the day, and asked for ID.

Keep in mind this chap was very tired and claimed to have traveled from Shanghai.

There was then a lengthy conversation that meandered all over the place: who he used to work for, which countries he had been to, what his interests were, the fact he owned a flat in Tower Hill (about 10 minutes walk away).

He grabbed a glass of cranberry juice from the breakfast buffet at one point, but dropped it and it smashed. He then proceeded to explain to the cleaners that his hands were too big and his arms too long.