A Favorite Hotel | The Life of a Hotel Doctor | By Mike Oppenheim, M.D.

In 1995, a man wearing only pajama bottoms dashed into the lobby of the Beverly Hills Hotel as I stood at the concierge’s desk. Don’t pay him!? he screamed. Without lowering his voice, he railed at my refusal to relieve his suffering adding that, once the general manager learned of this, I would never again enter the Beverly Hills Hotel. (23 mins ago)

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