Hands Off!
I am rather sure that last night someone came into my room and used my ipod. I left it on the table when I departed from the hotel and when I came back it was still on the table ... but moved slightly to the left.
Also, the last time I listened to it I'm quite sure it was half way through the third chorus of Like A Rolling Stone - the first track on Highway 61 Revisited. When I very quickly checked (so as not to waste the battery) it was well into the fifth verse.
I immediately checked with the desk. They knew nothing, but there when I went to leave in the morning I'm part certain that someone was whistling this exact song. I went back into the hotel, but there was no one to be seen. I went back into my room, grabbed my ipod and now it sits in my pocket.
Although it's locked I check every 5 minutes to make sure that it hasn't somehow turned itself on. I have also bought a bag of cotton buds to make sure that the lever stays firmly in the locked position.
I paid $USD so that I could get a chap to translate a large poster into Vietnamese that reads: 'I have no charger for my ipod. Please do not come into my room and listen to Bob Dylan.
I put the poster up at reception and once again heard someone whistling. How does it feel / To be on your own / With no direction home / Like a rolling stone. There was no one to be seen. Now I stay in my hotel room with the lights off. The ipod sits on the table and I make sure that no one can come in by hanging the do not disturb sign on my door. No one is going to spoil my trip to Vietnam by using my battery.
Things are going well.
Also, the last time I listened to it I'm quite sure it was half way through the third chorus of Like A Rolling Stone - the first track on Highway 61 Revisited. When I very quickly checked (so as not to waste the battery) it was well into the fifth verse.
I immediately checked with the desk. They knew nothing, but there when I went to leave in the morning I'm part certain that someone was whistling this exact song. I went back into the hotel, but there was no one to be seen. I went back into my room, grabbed my ipod and now it sits in my pocket.
Although it's locked I check every 5 minutes to make sure that it hasn't somehow turned itself on. I have also bought a bag of cotton buds to make sure that the lever stays firmly in the locked position.
I paid $USD so that I could get a chap to translate a large poster into Vietnamese that reads: 'I have no charger for my ipod. Please do not come into my room and listen to Bob Dylan.
I put the poster up at reception and once again heard someone whistling. How does it feel / To be on your own / With no direction home / Like a rolling stone. There was no one to be seen. Now I stay in my hotel room with the lights off. The ipod sits on the table and I make sure that no one can come in by hanging the do not disturb sign on my door. No one is going to spoil my trip to Vietnam by using my battery.
Things are going well.
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