How lucky?

Just about to board the plane to Malaga yesterday & I noticed my wallet was
missing. Oh ****, loads of holiday cash, credit cards, driving licence gone.
I went to the gate & various other places, nothing.

In desperation i nipped back to the security checking point. It had been
handed in by a cleaner. Must have fallen out when i went for a shit.

THANK YOU GOD!

I couldn't find out who the cleaner was to drop em a good few quid. My mate
works at the airport, so i can prolly find out the back door.

I class that as one of my nine lives & couldn't thank her enough.

 

You need your mate to help you find the cleaner's back door?

 

Mine did a similar disappearing act while I was sitting in a Manhattan
cinema. It was only as I was walking down Broadway ten minutes later I
realised it was gone. Eek.

Blagged my way back into the auditorium and there it was, under the
seat. Panic over.

</another crap anecdote>

 

It horrid though.

 

Have a good holiday Rob_P

 

I did a double-YTC on a recent trip to Boston. I'd checked out of the
hotel in the morning, but was going back there with colleagues before
leaving for airport. Mid-morning I realised I'd left my code card
(what allows me into our work network from outside) in the room, so
had to get them to go look for it, which they did, thankfully.

So, no biggie, pick up my bags, head for airport. Get to checkin.
Reach for wallet, containing passport, Swiss id, driving licence,
cards, cash, life, to find it not there. Aaargh! Think think think.
Bugger, I'd put it and some other stuff in the hotel safe. In
Cambridge, a 40m taxi ride away. Be touch and go for flight if I go
back.

Rang hotel, waited ten minutes while they looked. Rang back. Waited
again. Rang back - they'd found it. They then put it into an envelope
and sent it over to me in a cab. Wait wait wait. Cab arrives, all is
there. Confirmed with hotel that I'd got it. Tip is duly given. TFFT.

Idiot.

 

I lost my passport in a bar in Switzerland a couple of years ago. I'd
landed at Geneva, hopped on a train to Nyon and met some colleagues in a
bar. The next morning I realised my passport was gone and I was due to
fly back that evening. The only places I'd been were that bar and a
restaurant across the road so I had a bloke from UEFA on the blower all
day trying to get hold of the bar to see if it was there, while I tried
to work out how to get some emergency credentials from the consulate in
Geneva.

Rubbish day, that.

 

The honesty of some people is refreshing. I left a clear bag with 3
passports and 500euro on the roof of my car in the Annecy multi storey.
In the morning when I realised it was all missing I raced round to find
the attendant had just opened for the day, he waved me over, recognising
me from the passport photo, and said he had it for safekeeping all
night.

Completely refused when I offered him a wodge of the cash, just said it
was all part of the job.

I've found a couple of purses stuffed full of money and cards along the
way and it is a good feeling to hand them in, FAR better than the
fleeting pleasure of a few free beers.

 

you harsh ****.

 

...... Must have fallen out when i went for a shit.
I keep mine in my pocket !

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, Speedgazebo

Doesn't it smell and attract flies?

--
Wicked Uncle Nigel - "He's hopeless, but he's honest"

I have already made the greatest contribution to the fight against climate
change that I can make: I have decided not to breed. Now quit bugging me and
go and talk to the Catholics.

 

multi pocketed trousers, or shorts, are the way to go when travelling. I
find you are less likely to lose your trousers and as long as you have a
passport & some cash/cards on you then you can survive. Of course, the
contents of a day pack might be missed but usually I only have a cheap
camera, water, pen, map & books in mine.

 

Not properly treated leather, no.

 

In an Spanish Intercity (Euromed) I forgot a "Software projects estimation"
book (pic of a a wet finger to the wind on the cover) and no one did ever
find it.

Hope they had hidden project costs and burn in hell with continuous
re-schedule meetings.

 

Don't worry about it, it was probably a fat necked, illegal immigrant,
coon.

 

Pardon Des?

 

One of my better episodes of numptiness was taking a video back to a
local rental place. Got there to find it was not in the car...
Another of those annoying voices in my head told me to get out, and it
was there on the roof of the car - the flexible plastic cover on the
video box was slightly wet and had a fairly good grip on a mostly dry
roof. Thankfully I had not braked or accelerated too hard.

 

One of /those/ films, eh? Those flexible covers come in dead handy,
right?

 

I wasn't so lucky back in 1975 when I left £300 worth of travellers cheques
(almost all my money) under the mattress in a hotel in Peshawar. I had
placed it there for safety while I slept!!! I din't find out until I
arrived in Lahore 300 miles and many hours travel later. I manged to phone
the Hotel in Peshawar but I knew I was clutching at straws - they denied all
knowledge. As I was down to my last few rupees that meant spending ten days
in a fleapit called the Rubella Hotel (real name!), dodging the owner who
was getting twitchy about the amount I owed whilst waiting for Barclays to
replace them. I was lucky in one repect - I met other people who had to
wait two months or more for replacements.

 

Sounds like, dunnit? I've just re-read the posts twice and concluded
that it only goes to prove that the truly paranoid can, and will,
twist almost anything out of all proportion so they can view it as an
'attack' on their person.

Very sad.