Housekeeping from UK

Living in a service apartment for a few weeks is a pampering experience. You leave the apartment without worrying about the dustbins, the plates, the bed linen, the towels etc. Return from work to a sparkling apartment cos the housekeeping fairy godmother has visited your apartment, kept it ready for you to dirty it all over again.

The first few weekdays and weekends I was out, so I never got to see who the fairy god mother was. One weekend, after some serious partying the previous night, i was nursing a bad hangover and did not want to venture out. Ding Dong. "Housekeeping!" Open the door.
Fairy Housekeeping god father was there. A pleasant young man and all his teeth stared at me.
I wanted time away from people. I wanted to hit the bed. Our man insisted on having a conversation with me.
"So where are you from, Sir?"
"India"
"Bombay, huh?"
"Yes"
"Working here, Sir?"
"Yes"
"How long are u going to be here, Sir?"
"Dont know"
"Looking for a house,Sir?"
"Yes"
"Liking Dubai, Sir?"
"Yes. It's a nice city. Expensive"

I was drowning. Please do not make conversation. I dont want to be rude. I am a nice guy. Maybe I will ask a few questions and close this discussion.

"So where are u from?" I asked the fairy god mother.
"UK!"
I say, "Great. You sound like a south Indian, though"
"United Kerala, Sir"

My hangover vanished.