Originally Posted by SFO777:20030573
eightblack, how true this is. I love my wife, but...
Coming home from Spain earlier this week, we were relaxing in the Lufthansa First Class Terminal waiting for our Personal Assistant to come and tell us our limo ride to the plane is ready. That's when it happened. Mrs. SFO casually asks "do you have my jewelry?" OK, why would I have your frigging jewelry? Yes, apparently it was my job to remove her jewelry from the safe (which I hadn't used that night) and hand it to her. I had to run back to the hotel (fortunately it was the Sheraton), hope that my key still worked and that the jewelry was still there and get back, all in 20 minutes. Indeed, the key worked and the jewelry was there... in the open safe to boot, and I got back in 18 minutes, although sweating like a pig and not someone anyone would want to linger around.
I've come to the conclusion that I am responsible, fairly or not, for everything my wife brings on a trip with the exception of items in her purse that never emerge from it. So, not only am I responsible, but I am to be blamed if her sunglasses go missing. The safe is a mandatory check on our way out of a hotel room for me. Figure easier to check than write a BIG check to replace.