I have to add this little bit to the hamper story.
When we check into a hotel, I unpack the car, and I usually prefer to make several small trips instead of overloading myself with fewer big trips.
I’d gotten to chatting a little with the young woman working the desk, each time in and each time, we were joking around a little bit, and the last trip in, I was carrying my coat and that small F&M hamper.
I walked through the doors into the lobby, and she said, “Wha’s ‘at li’l picnic basket…ya havin’ a
picnic up in the room up ‘ere?! Ya jus’ go on wi’ ya self an’ ‘at li’l basket, Romeo!”
I don’t know what she thought I had in there, but it was just coffee supplies!