I always open the minibar in my hotel room, even when I’m not thirsty. Just to see what’s inside. I’m definitely a minibar voyeur.
This afternoon I arrived in my favorite hotel in Düsseldorf, Steigenberger Parkhotel, I opened the minibar and I saw a strange package on top of the apple juice. It turned out to be insulin. I decided that it was probably best to put the insulin back in the minibar.