In
second grade my teacher Mrs Ritter named me “Forgetful Dewey”
I
have worked hard to realize her early expectations. Losing things
has always been a hobby of mine. When tired in Vegas it is a
passionate avocation.
One
day at the pool at the Gold Coast I left my dayglow green bag with my
unread copy of the Sixth Extinction and assorted other bits of
things. I discovered it missing three days later. Security said
they did not have it, but they did.
A
day later I lost my prescription glasses in their case. I have no
idea where.
Another
visit to Security Lost and Found was more successful, and I had both
returned to me.
The
first security guard did just a cursory check, missed the bag, and
sent me on my way. The second fellow brought me into the office and
spent almost ten minutes tracking down the bag and then another few
minutes tracking down the glasses.
Some
people do their job. Some don't.
I
also found in inquiry that sometimes the pool attendant, who is
rarely there, just puts the lost and found stuff behind with the
towels because he is busy. That did not happen this time, but I'll
remember that bit of information the next time I leave something at
the pool. Unless, of course, I forget it.
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