What is *with* the hotel mini-bar? I mean, who designed this system? You open it, you breathe on it, suddenly you owe them eight dollars for a miniature can of artisanal sparkling water! It’s like a tiny, climate-controlled booby trap. You’re just trying to get some fresh air, maybe put your own lukewarm soda in there, and *bam!* Motion sensor detected! Did I even *want* that half-ounce bag of expensive mixed nuts? No! But now it’s on my bill, right next to the pay-per-view movie I definitely didn’t watch. It’s a conspiracy, I tell ya! They’re just preying on our natural human curiosity. What’s in the box?! Eight dollars, that’s what.
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