Classic

We had bought a charger for the digicam (or, rather, ordered it from Amazon) to be sent to the hotel in Columbus. They were holding it for us at the Hampton Inn where we're staying, courtesy of OSU. Upon check-in, we were given the Amazon package and came upstairs to our room.

Hours later, while I checked email, Daniel had planned to charge the camera (and make sure the charger works). Problem. Where is the charger?

We looked everywhere in the room. Finally we concluded that we had left it during check-in, and called downstairs. They said they couldn't find it. Non-believingly, I asked Daniel to run downstairs to double-check, while I continued looking in the room. I couldn't find it. Daniel, when he came back, said the good folks downstairs didn't find anything either.

We concluded it must have been a random act of theft. As I ran around the room ranting about how horrific all this is, why someone would ever take a package with someone else's name clearly on it, and why the hotel, upon us leaving the package there, didn't pick it up (and then beat myself over the head for doing the quintessential Generation Me thing of pushing the blame onto anyone but myself), Daniel suddenly said, "Wait. Everyone calm down before we all get too excited."

I stopped. Daniel continued.

"We have overlooked a certain uncommon repository."

He was standing over the pillow. The pillow we take with us everywhere (and where we occasionally stick book-shaped objects and alpacas).