A Room with a Problem

When I arrived at the guesthouse in Lombok, my room looked nice. It had a big bed and a small balcony. But at night I found the problem: the air conditioning didn't work. The room was hot, and I couldn't sleep at all.

In the morning I went to the reception. I was nervous because my English was not good. I said, "Excuse me, the AC in my room doesn't work." The young man understood immediately. He said sorry and asked me to wait ten minutes.

He came back with a technician. It took them half an hour to fix it. Then he gave me a free breakfast for the trouble. That night I slept very well. I learned that it's always better to say something than to stay quiet and suffer.