Not so much thrown away as left behind - a happy tale
This might go on a bit, but bare/bear (which one is it? I never know) with me.

The scene: end of my college career. Summer in the UK and loads of parties to go to as everyone is throwing a "fare-thee-well" themed alcoholic bash of some sort.

There are 3 of us. Your Humble Narrator, Steve, and Matt. Steve, being filthy rich and not much one for sleeping on floors, offers to pay for a hotel room near to one of the aforementioend alcoholic bash sites if Matt will drive us there in his 2CV (remember them?! Comedy car if ever there was one). We agree.

So as the evening/morning draws to an end, we enter the hotel. We are drunk. And quite likley stoned a wee bit.

Poor youthful spotty young fella on the night shift is there to greet us and give us our room key. Steve, dressed in his best "I'm the don of a very nasty criminal organisation" coat, and his 2 bruiser security goons (that'd be me and Matt) takes the key and then tells the youth to go ahead and open the door for us. We are all giggling as this guy thinks that there might be some sort of hitman waiting. Steve then decides that we need a "bigger and more different" room. The booze and drugs talking I think.

So we get a suite. Sweet!

The other two plonk down on the beds and Steve starts to roll a fat one. I do my normal thing which is to open each and every drawer in the room looking for I'm not too sure what - in case anyone has left behind money or valuables or something. Habit of a lifetime in hotel rooms that I still do and dunno why.

Instead, from one of the drawers, I picked out this eNORmous block of hash. About the size of 2 golf balls put together.

"Err Steve?..... is this yours?" I asked.
"....christ... no.... where did you get THAT from?....."

The rest of the day is a bit of a blur to be honest, but that remains to this day the best hotel I ever stayed in, and I would thoroughly recommend The Drug Suite if I could only recall where the bloody hotel is now. I can only remember Essex, and I'm not even sure about that.

Bugger.

Hey Ho.
(Spreddum O Grrrr. That's my vicious circle, that is., Fri 15 Aug 2008, 8:37, 3 replies)

You'd Better Learn The Difference
“Bear with me,” the standard expression, is a request for forbearance or patience.

“Bare with me” would be an invitation to undress.

Could get you in a lot of trouble if you use the wrong one...

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 15 Aug 2008, 8:44, closed)

Thank you Legless
Combined laziness on my part with straight up ignorance.

A bad combo I suspect.
(Spreddum O Grrrr. That's my vicious circle, that is., Fri 15 Aug 2008, 8:54, closed)

Eyebrow raised
Hard to believe. Usually the housekeeping staff 'alf-inch anything left behind in a room. Could be they had an off day I s'pose. Or they thougth it was a turd and couldnt bear to pick it up.
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Fri 15 Aug 2008, 10:12, closed)