"What is your favorite part? The scared foreigner asking the wise millionaire American for his insight and reassurance? The fact that foreign correspondent Thomas Friedman's method of getting "closer to the action" in the midst of a revolution is by moving to a closer Marriott? (After first "reporting" on the uprising, we must never forget, from Davos, where he was when it began?) To me, the best bit is that Friedman, who practically lives in hotels when he's not at his hideous mansion, has no clue if he should ask for the corporate rate, I assume because he rarely has to deal with nitty-gritty monetary details like that, thanks to his literally infinite expense account.
All this paragraph is missing is a tortuously mixed metaphor.
Oh, also, Friedman never answers her question! He doesn't even go back to it at the end or anything." (thanks Ziad)
Oh, also, Friedman never answers her question! He doesn't even go back to it at the end or anything." (thanks Ziad)
