For a month I stayed at the same Intercontinental every weekend. The first weekend, when I was checking in, I found out I had left my backpack (with my wallet in it) in my taxi, so I was all stressed out and totally told the girl at the counter.

The taxi driver went back to the hotel with my backpack a few hours later.

Next weekend, upon check in, she greeter me by: "Good Evening, Mr. Mavalenzu, good to see you have your backpack on you this time".

A year later she still made fun of me double checking if I had left anything in the room when checking out...