One of my favourite things to do on holiday in Japan is to get back to the hotel after an obligatory beer and yakitori session and watch some crazy @$$ late night Japanese television.
A few years ago in Tokyo, we staggered back to the hotel room and couldn't find a remote control for the television. So in a drunken stupor, I shuffled down to the concierge and proceeded to try and convince the Japanese man behind the counter that our room did not have a remote. My Japanese is woefully limited and under the influence this was a mammoth task. After no less than half an hour, I returned to the hotel room with a replacement remote and an armful of cold beers from the vending machine on our floor.
Needless to say, the next morning I awoke to one heck of a hangover and two remote controls. Returning the replacement to the front desk, the man certainly seemed unhappy with me for the rest of the trip and guilt-ridden, I've never stayed at that hotel since.