Something fishy

I was reminded today of when one of my former colleagues went on a visit to a fish factory in Thailand. He was given a few packets of fish as a present afterwards and returned to his hotel, the Oriental in Bangkok. He gave one of them to the lift operator, who was delighted, and he went back to his room to do some work. After a few minutes, there was a knock at the door. One of the hotel staff was enquiring whether he'd like any room service. He gave away another packet of fish and declined the offer. A few minutes later, there was another knock at the door: would he like his shoes cleaned? He thought not but offered the man a packet of fish. Ten minutes later, there was another knock: did he need any clean towels? And so the afternoon went on until all the fish had been distributed.