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Table 5 · 01-19-2023, 04:43 PM

This is my kind of thread, as I've sadly had more than my fair share of space-case moments. A few lowlights:

• Back in high school, I went to a house party at a new friends house. When I rang the bell, nobody answered the door so I went around the back. No response either, but I heard music and assumed they were in the basement, so I opened the sliding glass door to let myself in. That's when the house alarm went off....and it finally clicked that I was in the wrong house. The party was next door. I got the hell out of there and found the right house, but spent the entire night skulking in the corner, nervously expecting the cops to show up.

• In college, went backpacking through Europe with friends. During a stopover at a hostel in Amsterdam, I was offered a baggie of recreational goods by a random fellow traveller. Not wanting to appear uncool in the moment but also not a partaker of recreational goods (especially from sketchy randos), I took it for "later", and put it in my backpack with the intention of throwing it out at some point...which I promptly forgot about for the rest of my trip, and thus carried through multiple airports and security checkpoints. The funny thing was that I distinctly remember dogs sniffing around our backpack at some point, but having completely forgotten about it, I was always cool as a cucumber with border security.

• Was at the airport, and got an important call from a client just before I got to the security line. I stopped for a few minutes on a bench with all my stuff, took my call, and then proceeded through security and to my gate. Just as they started boarding, I noticed my camera bag was gone. Turns out, I had left about $5K worth of gear sitting on that bench for a solid 45 minutes. Had to explain my idiocy to security so they'd let me back out.

• Was on a work trip to NY, and the night before my 7 am flight back home, I hesitantly decided to meet up with a couple of old college friends for a quick drink. Well, that quick drink turned into an epic night across several bars. Stumbled back to my hotel room, glad to at least salvage a couple hours of sleep before leaving for the airport...when it hit me that I was no longer in possession of my passport. I guess I had already put it in my coat to get ready for my flight, but then took that coat to get my drink, and promptly lost it. I spent the next couple of early-morning hours slogging through the East Village, still drunk but now also dragging a suitcase, going from place to place trying to recreate our night. I knew I found the right place when I walked into a bar to see the bartender looking at me, slowly waving the passport and shaking his head like a disappointed parent.

01-19-2023, 04:43 PM	#62
Table 5 Franchise Player Join Date: Oct 2001 Location: NYYC Exp:	This is my kind of thread, as I've sadly had more than my fair share of space-case moments. A few lowlights: • Back in high school, I went to a house party at a new friends house. When I rang the bell, nobody answered the door so I went around the back. No response either, but I heard music and assumed they were in the basement, so I opened the sliding glass door to let myself in. That's when the house alarm went off....and it finally clicked that I was in the wrong house. The party was next door. I got the hell out of there and found the right house, but spent the entire night skulking in the corner, nervously expecting the cops to show up. • In college, went backpacking through Europe with friends. During a stopover at a hostel in Amsterdam, I was offered a baggie of recreational goods by a random fellow traveller. Not wanting to appear uncool in the moment but also not a partaker of recreational goods (especially from sketchy randos), I took it for "later", and put it in my backpack with the intention of throwing it out at some point...which I promptly forgot about for the rest of my trip, and thus carried through multiple airports and security checkpoints. The funny thing was that I distinctly remember dogs sniffing around our backpack at some point, but having completely forgotten about it, I was always cool as a cucumber with border security. • Was at the airport, and got an important call from a client just before I got to the security line. I stopped for a few minutes on a bench with all my stuff, took my call, and then proceeded through security and to my gate. Just as they started boarding, I noticed my camera bag was gone. Turns out, I had left about $5K worth of gear sitting on that bench for a solid 45 minutes. Had to explain my idiocy to security so they'd let me back out. • Was on a work trip to NY, and the night before my 7 am flight back home, I hesitantly decided to meet up with a couple of old college friends for a quick drink. Well, that quick drink turned into an epic night across several bars. Stumbled back to my hotel room, glad to at least salvage a couple hours of sleep before leaving for the airport...when it hit me that I was no longer in possession of my passport. I guess I had already put it in my coat to get ready for my flight, but then took that coat to get my drink, and promptly lost it. I spent the next couple of early-morning hours slogging through the East Village, still drunk but now also dragging a suitcase, going from place to place trying to recreate our night. I knew I found the right place when I walked into a bar to see the bartender looking at me, slowly waving the passport and shaking his head like a disappointed parent.