OHBOY! Weeks ago I stayed someplace. Alone. Today in the mail a package from the place - one of those plastic bag packages impossible to tear open. Guess what? A pair of men's boxer shorts inside - a little card - "found in your room and returned to you. You're welcome."
Neatly folded. Look brand new.
ummmm ... not mine. I don't wear boxer shorts.
Can you just imagine the scene this could've caused if I had a significant other?
I never returned something to a guest if they didn't ask about it, especially not underwear. Occasionally a valuable item like an earring would turn up but usually the guest missed it before we even found it and we negotiated its return. But a random pair of boxer shorts? I suppose I could have been sleeping in them.
The whole house is enjoying this one.
Neatly folded. Look brand new.
ummmm ... not mine. I don't wear boxer shorts.
Can you just imagine the scene this could've caused if I had a significant other?
I never returned something to a guest if they didn't ask about it, especially not underwear. Occasionally a valuable item like an earring would turn up but usually the guest missed it before we even found it and we negotiated its return. But a random pair of boxer shorts? I suppose I could have been sleeping in them.
The whole house is enjoying this one.