“Now that you’ve paid, you may come and go as often as you like.”
“Today the baths are reserved for women. The cost is two dirhams. Do you wish to enter?”
“Today the baths are open to men, at a cost of two dirhams. Do you wish to enter?”
“Bloody mosquitoes! You’d think management could pay for window screens, with all the money they’re taking in.”
“Oh, I didn't see you come in.
“I suppose you’ve heard all those sensational stories about Oriental baths. Well, let me tell you, this is the most boring job I’ve ever had—and I spent my boyhood mucking out the camel stables.
“The baths are free on the second and fourth Thursday of each month, if you’d like to come back then.”
“Thank you! Feel free to come and go as often as you like.”
“Well, perhaps next week then.”
“Now, now. This is a quiet place and I’d like to keep it that way.”
“You can’t go in there until you pay the two-dirham admission fee. Do you wish to go in?”
“Welcome back! Remember, you may come and go as often as you like.”
“Oh, that does it. I’m getting another job. I could swear by all the Jinn I never saw you go in, and I don’t remember you paying— but here you are anyway.”
“Hey, don’t leave your clutter lying around here! I’m not paid to pick up after people.”
“Thanks! Don’t mind if I do. The baths will be open to you all day.”
“Are you sure you want to give that away? It looks like something you’d want to keep in the family.”
“Thanks, but they’re not really my style.”
“Thanks, but I don’t have that much of a sweet tooth.”
“Oh, did you find those in the baths? Some guy must’ve gone home naked yesterday. I’ll have someone put them back.”
“Oh, those aren’t yours? Some guy must’ve gone home naked! I’ll have someone put them back.”
