"No Durian Allowed" - hotel lobby sign

The streets around Nano Plaza were congested, the street vendors (BBQ everything - fruits - stir frys - etc.) on the sidewalk take up more spaces than the crowds hustling about. Great place for a pickpocket. We came across a fruit vendor selling many many fruits - already peeled and in in plastic bags - perfect - what do you know I came across one of my favorite fruit the Durian and it was already in peeled and in plastic. I bought some along with a mango and 4 Sidafir fruit. The thing about Durian is that it tastes wonderful ( cross a banana / garlic / old white Cheddar cheese) however the smell is foul. SO FOUL that our Hotel had a sign in the hallway that said "No Durian Allowed". We walked across the street and looking for a cab. We found a cab driver that lied about knowing where our Hotel was located and took us 10 minutes in the wrong direction. Latter we found out that he could not read the Hotel's direction card I had gave him. We jumped out of the cab without paying and were left under a dark bridge in some God forsaken road. Other cabs came up and as we learning from our first mistake tried to to make sure that the new cabi knew where our hotel was, other cabs would line up behind him waiting failure and then there chance. We failed the 2nd and then the 3rd. Eventually the fourth cab driver knew. Thank God! We were happy that we was turning around in going in the right direction. And then it happened. He noticed the smell of the Durian coming thru two pastic bags. He started to gasp while opening the windows and scream Durian in disgust. He wanted us out. No way we argued and I relented to keep my hand outside the cab holding the plastic bags. I was starting to get upset. We finally got home, and the cabi sped off grumbling. I had to eat my wonderful find outside the hotel, I offered Ralph some and he found it mushy and sweet "like rice pudding without the rice". The hotel staff outside the hotel now were chanting "Durian" as the pungent smell wafted over to them. Could I not eat this thing in peace? I finished , licked my fingers and went inside the Hotel. I went to the desk to get my key - Ralph was already there talking to women behind the desk. The young women that had been so sweet to me - now smelling the Durian on my fingers, said in a harsh voice "NO DURIAN ALLOWED" - I snapped - I should not have but I had enough of people talking about a fruit loved and hated by millions. "I don't have any Durian!" showing here my bags, I yelled back. "If you would have given me my key rather than talking to him I could go and wash my hands" I snapped back.
Rule 2: Don't hang with Durian.