|Subject: Left Behind?|
Two years ago my husband had to go to Canada on business, so we decided I'd
go with him and we'd combine it with vacation and be away for a whole month.
Our first stop was Winnipeg, where we stayed for 3 days. On the first day,
I didn't like seeing all those pairs of socks of my husband's lying around
the hotel room, so I put them all in a drawer in the bureau. A few days
later, in Calgary, my husband commented that he couldn't seem to find his
socks. Oops! It hit me then that they were all still nicely tucked away in
the drawer in the hotel room back in Winnipeg! Needless to say, he hd to
go out and buy a whole new supply to last him for the month.
Luckily he's a good-natured guy and didn't hold it against me!
Another time, back in 1976, while backpacking around Europe and Britain, I discovered in Edinborough that I was missing my passport. I went to the Canadian Embassy in Glasgow to find out about getting a new passport, and when I got back to the youth hostel in Edinborough, a friend of the woman running the hostel, upon hearing my story, asked me when the last time was that I had seen my passport. I showed her a receipt I had from a bank in Wales where I had cashed some traveller's cheques 5 days earlier, but I was convinced I had since seen my passport while travelling on the train. The woman's friend kindly offered to phone the bank in Wales to see if I had left my passport there, even though I was convinced that I had seen it since then. Well, lo and behold, I HAD left it at the bank in Wales! So they sent it to me in the hostel in Edinborough by express mail. If it hadn't been for that woman, I never would've gotten my passport back, and I would've had to go back to the embassy in Glasgow and go through the hassle of getting a new one. Laurie in Mexico City (formerly from Rome)