Manager: Dr. Crane? Dr. Crane? I understand your room is not satisfactory?
Frasier: [loudly] Yes, I had a reservation for an ocean-view suite and instead I got a single room overlooking an abandoned bus.
Manager: Sir. Please, sir, you don't have to yell.
Frasier: Oh, I'm sorry. You see, my ears got clogged somewhere above Xuahaca and they haven't popped yet. Now, if I could just get the room that I reserved.
Manager: I'm afraid we gave your room away. Check in time is three o'clock and we never heard from you.
Frasier: Let me see. At 3:00, my girlfriend and I had just disembarked in Punta Gorda from our plane that was late because the pilot had to dust some crops. I could have called during my connecting tractor ride, but I had to find out which of four airlines had lost my luggage. Not to mention- My ears just popped.
Manager: Congratulations, sir.
Frasier: I still want a better room!