... when you find yourself at the end of the Earth without your wallet and your credit cards? And having to pay for lunch at a restaurant (cause that's how you determined that you don't have your wallet ...).
Oh. You also have an international flight in 3 hours.
What do you do!? YOU PANIC.
This may or may not (snort) have happened to me today. Lost my wallet, found out that I had lost it while.at.hard.rock.cafe.having.to.pay.for.lunch. Went back to the hotel, talked to everybody, no sight of the wallet.
Ran back to Hard Rock Cafe, called Marian in the middle of the night and had him dictate his credit card details to pay for lunch. By this time I was completely mortified, by the way*.
My main problem, other than the fact that I had no mooolah whatsoever, was that I also had no way of getting to the airport, other than walking the many many miles that separate Atlanta from its airport.
Enter the petty cash form. Turns out, big hotels have a petty cash fund (probably also called the stupid tourist fund) and in this case 36 dollars went to paying my sorry little ass' cab to the airport.
I love the Hyatt Regency Atlanta!! I got to the airport safely, checked in, passed TSA. On my way to the gate, while I was contemplating being truly and utterly broke and thus unable to eat any food (qantas food is terrible unfortunately), I glance to the floor and find 5 dollars. To add insult to injury, the hotel manager then calls (international call btw) to tell me that they had found my wallet. Zomg. Stupid AND lucky.
* but three days of everybody telling me congratulations on my best paper award had prepared me for this. RAWR!
Oh. You also have an international flight in 3 hours.
What do you do!? YOU PANIC.
This may or may not (snort) have happened to me today. Lost my wallet, found out that I had lost it while.at.hard.rock.cafe.having.to.pay.for.lunch. Went back to the hotel, talked to everybody, no sight of the wallet.
Ran back to Hard Rock Cafe, called Marian in the middle of the night and had him dictate his credit card details to pay for lunch. By this time I was completely mortified, by the way*.
My main problem, other than the fact that I had no mooolah whatsoever, was that I also had no way of getting to the airport, other than walking the many many miles that separate Atlanta from its airport.
Enter the petty cash form. Turns out, big hotels have a petty cash fund (probably also called the stupid tourist fund) and in this case 36 dollars went to paying my sorry little ass' cab to the airport.
I love the Hyatt Regency Atlanta!! I got to the airport safely, checked in, passed TSA. On my way to the gate, while I was contemplating being truly and utterly broke and thus unable to eat any food (qantas food is terrible unfortunately), I glance to the floor and find 5 dollars. To add insult to injury, the hotel manager then calls (international call btw) to tell me that they had found my wallet. Zomg. Stupid AND lucky.
* but three days of everybody telling me congratulations on my best paper award had prepared me for this. RAWR!
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