Got the last of my unpacking done, and found that I'd left my little carved wooden box with my four favorite pairs of earrings, including one pair that belonged to my mother, in the hotel room in Cleveland. I called the hotel, spoke with housekeeping, and of course it never even made it to the lost and found box.
The worst of it is that I felt a completely unworthy anger at having left an extra tip when I left; not a lot extra, but enough that my room mate told me I shouldn't leave it, because she'd left a larger tip the day before.
I mean, what the hell, kaffyr? You can be mad that someone decided to take the box — and I will be oh, so glad to be proven wrong, if I could discover that I'd just pulled the box out of my suitcase late Sunday, and misplaced it in the house — but don't regret leaving the tip. You left the tip because you know that hotel workers don't get paid enough; whether or not one housekeeper couldn't resist taking the box doesn't change the fact that she or he should be compensated fairly, and isn't. And you should never refuse to give a tip because the person who gets the tip might be dishonest.
All of that aside, I am very sad. That box had the four sets of earrings that I wear. Every other set of earrings in my house, with the exception of two, is unwearable and kept only for sentimental reasons. I really should have listened to the tiny gut-voice that told me not to take the box this time (although I've taken it with me on plenty of trips before.) I didn't, and so I basically lost all of my earrings. And losing the ones that Mum used to wear is particularly hard.
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