When we were traveling last week, and after we picked up the riders in Boston, spent the day touring, then headed south - as you have read, that evening of getting hotel rooms was a general nightmare. Partially to the guy who would just start driving without actually having a goal. He just knew he needed to be going someplace where we could find beds... but would not stop long enough for that 'finding' to actually occur, so we could give driving directions for getting there.
By the time we did find a place, and got there, there was very limited space. Actually only One Room for the four of us, when I had expected to get him a room by himself, so we would all get a good night's sleep. Not happening. We all ended up in one room, with me squooze onto a cot that nearly fit into the closet (which probably would not have been such a terrible idea, in retrospect).
He discovered as he was brushing his teeth, the following night, when we were staying at the B and B, that he had apparently failed to pick up a very important part of his mouth. I do not know why it took himself all day long, eating three times, to discover that teeth were missing. He immediately remembered putting the MIA dental parts in a cup in the bathroom as he brushed his teeth the previous night, and panicked, then grieved. I don't know how much it would cost to replace, but I'm sure it's expensive, to say nothing of the aggravation of gumming your food for weeks.
I suggested he look at the receipt for the room, call the desk and tell his story, in hopes that the housekeeping crew had found/saved the teeth that no one else could ever use, and request that they put the missing item in the mail to him. He was pretty desperate, I guess, as he did it right away. His end of the conversation made me think the desk clerk was not at all sure about what was going on, but said they would call if housekeeping had found his lost mouthpiece. Some time later, that same night, he decided that he had not left his teeth in the bathroom the night before, when he looked in his shaving kit: eureka. Then he worried about what to say when they called back, and reported they could not locate what he had lost. I said, you just need to tell them 'Thank you for looking', and let it go at that.
Part of the reason it so amusing, in retrospect, is that we had to go back to the hotel we stayed at in Boston, to retrieve his phone. The desk clerks had actually called my phone and said the housekeeper had found something we left, that could have easily been done without. But when he discovered his phone missing, and the only place he had been was the hotel and in transit, we called the Hampton Inn, and they said someone had turned in a phone that had been spotted out on the sidewalk in front of the building.
Some of the younger set began to suggest we might need some Adult Supervision - they don't know the half of it! And will probably fall in the floor when they hear the part about missing dental work.
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