tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4839770534128170697.post5735007825446856573..comments2023-10-30T07:07:07.204-07:00Comments on It Bloggles The Mind: The Things Left Behind...Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04505675063769786300noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4839770534128170697.post-42319532332138389172009-11-02T06:12:42.381-08:002009-11-02T06:12:42.381-08:00I'll go check it out, Matt. I've been bus...I'll go check it out, Matt. I've been busy getting ready for the National Novel Writing Month contest. Thanks!Kathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04505675063769786300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4839770534128170697.post-29517535564771488212009-10-29T17:26:56.830-07:002009-10-29T17:26:56.830-07:00I once left my keys in a hotel in Boston, and real...I once left my keys in a hotel in Boston, and realized it when I got to my car at the Detroit airport. My wife had to leave a shower she didn't want to attend to pick me up. Then, by chance, I was back in Boston a couple days later and got my keys.<br /><br />Kathy, I gave you an award on my blog. Check it out.MC Howehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12135224394821535801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4839770534128170697.post-61492744890299931892009-10-28T13:24:45.150-07:002009-10-28T13:24:45.150-07:00Oh, yes, that's right. Sorry.
Yes, I was ref...Oh, yes, that's right. Sorry.<br /><br />Yes, I was referring to Paul's blog. Here is the link:<br />http://paulgreci.wordpress.com/Kathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04505675063769786300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4839770534128170697.post-56458724584637589002009-10-28T13:06:56.721-07:002009-10-28T13:06:56.721-07:00It was a two part trip. First a six-day teacher co...It was a two part trip. First a six-day teacher conference in San Francisco. On the last day my wife flew in and joined me for part two--a camping trip on the Big Sur Coast. I had a ton of books from the conference on the floor, and bunch of clothes for camping that I'd just kept in my backpack.<br /><br />In my excitement to get to the coast I packed up my books and we took off. <br /><br />A couple hours down the road I realized that I'd left my hat in one of the drawers in the hotel. Oh well, what's one hat. No big deal. Over the course of the next minute it dawned on me that I had left my conference clothes in every drawer of the dresser. <br /><br />I called the hotel and was referred to house-keeping. When I described what had happened the woman said: "Oh, you mean you forgot to pack. It happens all the time." Then she asked for my address and offered to send me my clothes.<br /><br />I'm pretty sure that I'm the writer Kathy referred to at the beginning of her post. I've got another, even more memorable, case of conference forgetfulness posted on my blog.<br /><br />Thanks, Kathy.Paul Grecihttp://paulgreci.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4839770534128170697.post-38485356152017521282009-10-28T10:05:13.999-07:002009-10-28T10:05:13.999-07:00I had the same thing happen to me in a bookstore I...I had the same thing happen to me in a bookstore I frequent. The owner called me right away. Thank goodness my phone number was on my checks. I'm always leaving stuff behind. My friends in high school used to call me 'Losin' It'.Susan R. Millshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09578747592345750650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4839770534128170697.post-60601100584716311102009-10-28T07:36:20.967-07:002009-10-28T07:36:20.967-07:00They can be such good stories, can't they? For...They can be such good stories, can't they? Fortunately, I've never lost anything of huge importance. My husband and I did replaced a shared debit card recently (we still aren't sure what happened, or who lost it), but it was an easy enough fix to call the bank and cancel that particular card.<br /><br />My daughter left a very much loved stuffed dog at a theater, despite many reminders not to. By the time we returned, it was closed. Phone calls and a return trip, plus talks to someone we knew behind the scenes who roved the theater for us, all turned out fruitless. We had to settle on tears and the hope that another little girl "adopted" Glitter the Puppy, and has given her a good home.Janna Leadbetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06339705935553160673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4839770534128170697.post-65803515552165541022009-10-28T07:09:02.271-07:002009-10-28T07:09:02.271-07:00"and a pair of black panties at a former boyf..."and a pair of black panties at a former boyfriend's house (don't ask)."<br /><br />That has happened to me several times, well where in I play the role of the former boyfriend. As I guy I could never understand how women could do that. I think it is a territorial thing.<br /><br />I left a few things behind, such as umbrellas, which I can never seem to remember carrying them in the first place and a pair of new shoes in a French hotel. But no underwear anywhere.<br /><br />;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com